 A sting ray swims just below the surface like a bird in nightmare. The wind lifts off the island, a messenger bearing the odor of moonsage and honeysuckle and jasmine. In an instant the smell of the night changes, recedes, deepens, then recedes again....  RiverTime: Ecotravel on the World's Rivers - Сторінка 84автори: Mary A. Hood - 2008 - 302 стор.Обмежений попередній перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Pat Conroy - 1986 - 588 стор.
...peninsula and the creek divides into smaller creeks like a vein flowering into capillaries. A stingray swims just below the surface like a bird in nightmare....again. It is sharp as vinaigrette, singular as bay rum. Savannah sits in the middle of her two brothers, lovely in the economy of her fragile lines. My arm... | |
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