The sun in its slow descent filtered great cathedral-moats of gold through latticed boughs of pine and birch and maple. It was that time of day- or afternoon- when the forest’s breath, sun-stunned, yearning for night, impalpably swoons to the slow pulsations of blood and time and silence.
-Dalton Trumbo
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