Gulls burned black in the red of the setting sun scream overhead, turned white...

Like childbirth, these clever creations Need much strength of solitude, A little agony of rent energy, And as great a promise...

Jimmy followed cautiously as Buddy scrambled over the stacks of old magazines inside the stairway door, and then climbed the steep, narrow stairs...

Even at eleven o'clock in the evening the winding streets of Acupulco were teeming with happy Mexicans...

The creatures of the forest had always justifiably boasted of their musical abilities...