Sam

The ambulance in front of them slowed as it approached the village, its wheels turning mournfully in respect; its mute sirens useless now and cold above their heads. The policemen followed until they stopped behind the ambulance and turned off the engine.

Lillian Gish

Lillian Gish

Lillian Gish

Lillian Gish

Thanks for reblogging my post about Hardy.

That’s ok. I have a love for Hardy. Keep posting!