In my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.


Stormfield Edition of the Writings of Mark Twain [pseud.].: Mark Twain's speeches (ed. 1929)


In my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.

In my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.

In my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.

In my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.