The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.
Willa CatherThis land was an enigma. It was like a horse that no one knows how to break to harness, that runs wild and kicks things to pieces.
Willa CatherThe summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.
Willa CatherThis land was an enigma. It was like a horse that no one knows how to break to harness, that runs wild and kicks things to pieces.
Willa Cather