
Farewell Brian Jacques, master storyteller and literary genius. Requiescat in pace.
"High o'er the hills, far o'er the seas,
Fly with small birds, follow the breeze,
...Go with your heart, where would you roam,
Back to the rose-coloured stones you call home.
Where faded summers will echo again,
Brown autumn trees, or the spring's gentle rain.
Shadows are falling 'cross woodlands you know,
Rest, weary one, in the warm firelight glow."
Pearls of Lutra





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