“The air was dank and stale. A high breeze danced among the treetops and caused the leaves to chuckle and the branches to groan but did not descend to the forest floor. The air near the woodland base was thick… — L.F. Falconer Copy Share Image
“It seems love is the root of all pain and most of its fruit only leaves a bitter taste behind.” — L.F. Falconer Copy Share Image
“The air was dank and stale. A high breeze danced among the treetops and caused the leaves to chuckle and the branches to groan… — L.F. Falconer Copy Share Image
