Back and forth she went each morning by the river, spring arriving once again; foolish, foolish spring, breaking open its tiny buds,… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“The husk of a man in the woods below me bled into a creek that fed into a river that sparkled gaily… — T.R. Pearson Copy Share Image
“The night wore out, and, as he stood upon the bridge listening to the water as it splashed the river-walls of the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
