So with the stretch of the white road before me, Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun, Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows, Strong with the strength of my horse as we run. Joy in the… — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away. — John Fowles Copy Share Image
