“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not… — Olivia Howard Dunbar Copy Share Image
“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy… — Olivia Howard Dunbar Copy Share Image
“We believe in ghosts as sincerely as we believe in the very poor.” — Olivia Howard Dunbar Copy Share Image
