“These rapid scribbles, the pixels arranged by fingers henceforth forever still, acquired the macabre aspect of husks.” — J.K. Rowling Copy Share Image
“I gaze at the small, crisp, burned-out black husks scattered across the windowsills. It is hard to believe that they were ever… — Tabitha Suzuma Copy Share Image
“In the oddity or maybe the miracle of life, the roots of something new frequently lie in the decaying husks of something… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
