Song of a White Hare
I search far and wide for you in forests full of falling leaves Through meadows wet with dew underneath a sky that grieves You think you see me running through the misty air, but then…
I search far and wide for you in forests full of falling leaves Through meadows wet with dew underneath a sky that grieves You think you see me running through the misty air, but then…
It was a matter of great importance, and the morning wind that carries the mist and the butterflies carried the news in a kind of dance, like the laugh of the first baby, when it…
There once upon a legend livedA tiny grey-furred mouse,Who found it his sole want and goalTo flee from Human’s house. He’d high-cocked ears upon his head,A finely swishing tail,And the fastest legs e’re known to…
On the bookshelf above my desk at this moment rest five beautiful books, the bindings of which are all inscribed The Mistmantle Chronicles. If you were to reach up and pull out the first of…
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