“Able closed his eyes. He was running. The grass was green with spring and fragrant, knee-high and cushioning his steps. And there… — Lance Weller Copy Share Image
“I went outside, tripping over slabs of sunshine the size of towns. The sun was like a crowd of people, it was… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey… — William Blake Copy Share Image
