“I stood there, listening. The wind blew snow from the branches. Snow blew out of the woods in eddies and sweeping gusts. I raised my collar, put my gloves back on. When the air was still again, I walked among… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Deep in the woods, beside the swift-running stream, I stood listening, until the faint rustle of leaves reached me—soft songs drifting on the breeze, perhaps a quiet greeting.” — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
