They rode out together from the shadows of the trees, leaving the Bala Hissar and the glowing torch of the burning Residency… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Spring beckons! All things to the call respond; the trees are leaving and cashiers abscond. — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
“Then starting home, he walked toward the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
