Late afternoon Quote by Laird Barron

“Wind hissed through the leaves overhead, and for a moment it was like being underwater–the late afternoon light shining coral red through a canopy of oak and maple leaves.” quote by Laird Barron — Download Open image

““Wind hissed through the leaves overhead, and for a moment it was like being underwater–the late afternoon light shining coral red through a canopy of oak and maple leaves.””

Laird Barron

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