My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
William GoldingThe candle-buds opened their wide white flowers....Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
William GoldingMy yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
William GoldingThe candle-buds opened their wide white flowers....Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
William Golding