Leland Cacayan’s Reviews > Heart Songs and Other Stories > Status Update

"The first early snows came and melted and we were into Indian Summer. The sky was an intense enamel blue, but the afternoon light had a dying, year's end quality, a rich apricot color as though it fell through a cordial glass onto an oak table, the kind of day hunters remember falsely as October (38)."

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Damn! Thats how you write!