leonta

Updated: June 17, 2025

In the daylight they still moaned, throwing their almost leafless branches about despairingly, their flesh-tints dingy red giving to the scene a strangely unfamiliar glow. This outrage was one of the most uncivil of the wrong-doings of the storm wind "Leonta." But within a week or so the trees assumed whiter than ever robes; pure and stainless, the breeze had merely removed soiled linen.

E. J. (Edmund James) Banfield - Confessions of a Beachcomber