IT was the dreariest of November days. The only bright spot was a crimson sumach, spreading its gorgeous foliage against the watery grey of the sky, and misty back-ground of fog-hidden fields. It was a day that made the burdens of life seem heavier than they really were, and set the heart aching for the sunshine of the vanished summer.
Pagine | 121 |
Formato | [EU] Stampa bianco e nero - standard - 148x210 mm - Carta bianca - Copertina opaca |
Peso | 0.168 gr. |