This is a valley of ashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of gray cars crawls along an invisible… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
“This was a valley of ashes – a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens;… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens;… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
