“so many white roses whose names won’t survive either, resistance groups and newspapers now as forgotten as soldiers waiting for the enemy veiled in snow, unknowingly digging their own graves in the forests, an entire infantry on alert among the… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
It is a pleasure to a real lover of Nature to give winter all the glory he can, for summer will make its own way, and speak its own praises. — Dorothy Wordsworth Copy Share Image
