The white May blossom swooned slowly into the open mouth of the grave.
Enormous morning, ponderous, meticulous; gray light streaking each bare branch, each single twig, along one side, making another tree, of glassy veins.
Ian McEwan is a very good writer; the first half of Atonement alone would ensure him a lasting place in English letters.
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