The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go or driven like hail stream bitterly out to one side and fall where the salvias, hard carmine— like no leaf that ever was— edge the bare garden. Submitted by Bob
Added: 5 May 2003 | Last Read: 16 Sep 2026 2:58 PM | Viewed: 9942 times
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