"It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul."
— L.M. Montgomery (Anne of Green Gables (Penny Books))
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunset Island
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