11. By the time a half moon shines across the bay, only the breeze rustles through the litter of Roque Santeiro. 12. The breeze rustles through a lone inga tree alongside the dirt road that crosses the savannah. |
11. By the time a half moon shines across the bay, only the breeze rustles through the litter of Roque Santeiro. 12. The breeze rustles through a lone inga tree alongside the dirt road that crosses the savannah. |