How bones bleach and burn…

Aug 9, 2014 | Beautiful Prose, Things I wish I'd written

The autumn trees, ravaged as they are, take on the flash of tattered flags kindling in the gloom of cool cathedral caves where golden letters on marble pages describe death in battle and how bones bleach and burn far away in Indian sands.

…from To The Lighthouse by Ginny Wolf, courtesy of Redditopia.