“The words came so fast they seemed to roll down hill. Nobody ever calls it all that; it's just spring wheat, but I like the words. They heap up and make a picture of a spring that's slow to come,… — Mildred Walker Copy Share Image
“The words came so fast they seemed to roll down hill. Nobody ever calls it all that; it's just spring wheat, but I like… — Mildred Walker Copy Share Image
“And you've gone on all these years hating each other. Gil felt that hate. He could tell just being here. That's one of the… — Mildred Walker Copy Share Image
