Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze. ...

Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze. (Martha Ostenso)

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Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso Quotes: Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.