Quote by Kenneth Calhoun
““The water moved under her, a black flow of melted glass. The thick electric wash of cricketsong, swarming particles of noise. Soon the desert stars seemed to blaze just beyond reach.””
““The water moved under her, a black flow of melted glass. The thick electric wash of cricketsong, swarming particles of noise. Soon the desert stars seemed to blaze just beyond reach.””