The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify — it was like the light of truth itself.


My Antonia (1918)


The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify — it was like the light of truth itself.

The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify — it was like the light of truth itself.

The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify — it was like the light of truth itself.

The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify — it was like the light of truth itself.