“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky ….”
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
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Beautiful England!! Great photo Doreen. ❤️🇬🇧
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Thanks, John – Steinbeck’s mention of a cloud hanging like a bloody rag just seemed to fit… what a beautiful evening it was!
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Your so blessed to be there. I really want to visit!
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I did not realise what I was reading was a quote. Now I can laugh because when reading I was thinking, “This isn’t her usual writing, she writes better than this!” One of your biggest fans, Melanie
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BAHAHA! That’s hilarious, Mel! Also the first time anyone’s drawn a comparison between my writing and Steinbeck… usually it’s Hemingway… #asif!
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