I was walking on the road, the warm polluted air hitting my face as my feet hit the dirty ground, when I saw something.
Flames in the distance, angrily leaping up at the sky . 246 more words
From the Residence in Market Grove.
In pursuing the connection we had so briefly established I have taken upon the course of appealing to the question you had put to me at that time which, had the hour stayed its hand upon the clock, would naught have been retired of dispensation before a second encounter. 1,232 more words