“The mountains dwindled away into hills covered with a dark, stunted scrub. Beyond them the land flattened out to the horizon, a treeless immensity of white and gray-green, a spongy mossiness flecked with a million icy ponds. The wind blew, sometimes hard, sometimes harder.”

Source: The Ginger Star (1974), Chapter 10 (p. 63)

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American novelist and screenwriter 1915–1978

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