For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woma — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
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For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woman's body against the uncanny blue sky.

— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
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