The oaks along the ridge were writhing like.... : Quote by Samuel Snoek-Brown

“ The oaks along the ridge were writhing like tortured epileptics in the winds, and she could make out through the thick rain a cascade of water like a cataract come roiling down the inside slope toward her; a vast arching spray exploded bright against the dark sky as the Gulf slammed over the chenier. ”

Samuel Snoek-Brown
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