It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer. Everything fades: the shimmer of gold over… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Summer fades; the first cold, Northern air Sweeps, like hatred, through still days - The August heat now gone elsewhere, To Southern,… — Trevor Howard Copy Share Image
Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift… — Thomas Wolfe Copy Share Image
