work, play, and renewal from a wild young yak
Crisp leaves rasped in the wind, and I noted with surprise that autumn was upon us again. There was a charge in the air; it smelled strongly of damp, of mud.p.285 of Washington Black by Esi Edugyan
Crisp leaves rasped in the wind, and I noted with surprise that autumn was upon us again. There was a charge in the air; it smelled strongly of damp, of mud.
p.285 of Washington Black by Esi Edugyan
