the well written - willa cather

I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world,
which could not be very far away. The light and air about me told me that the world
ended here: only the ground and sun and sky were left, and if one went a little farther
there would only be sun and sky, and one would float off into them, like the tawny
hawks which sailed over our heads making slow shadows on the grass.

- Willa Cather, My Ántonia

By Jennifer Emery