Leírás

The shadows are long on the pale and sapphire hills of Potowatomi. The cicadas are keening on the high wind in the oaks.
I wait for the white sleepwalker of the sky deer eyes, I detect them in the dark tall grasses of night. Two sleepwalkers we.
The shadows are long on the pale and sapphire hills.

Beleolvasok a könyvbe!