All day, the colors had been those of dusk, mist moving like a water creature across the great flanks of mountains possessed of ocean shadows and depths.
…from The Inheritance of Loss, by Kiran Desai, which is sublime despite the awful title.
By JD
All day, the colors had been those of dusk, mist moving like a water creature across the great flanks of mountains possessed of ocean shadows and depths.
…from The Inheritance of Loss, by Kiran Desai, which is sublime despite the awful title.