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Quotes by W. H. Gibson
The sky is filled with rolling, fleecy clouds, whose flat receding bases seem to float upon a transparent amber sea.— filed under Clouds
Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day! C.— filed under Months-April
The wind moans, like a long wail from some despairing soul shut out in the awful storm!— filed under Wind