The others, one by one, straighten themselves. The storm is falling more heavily on the expanse of flayed and martyred fields. The day is full of night. Henri Barbusse
The others, one by one, straighten themselves. The storm is falling more heavily on the expanse of flayed and martyred fields. The day is full of night.
Sick on a journey over parched fields dreams wander on. Matsuo Bash
Sick on a journey over parched fields dreams wander on.