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The door of our Abbey is always open to any travellers roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.

Brian Jacques

The advice I continually give to young writers is this, “Learn to paint pictures with words.” Not just once upon a time, but … In the long secret dust of ages, beneath a blue forgotten sky, where trade winds caress the sun bleached shores of unknown realms …
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Age Blue Heart Writing
So here is my story, may it bring Some smiles and a tear or so, It happened once upon a time, Far away, and long ago, Outside the night wind keens and wails, Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!
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Ago Long Night Wind
Happiness can be brief, but it knows no time in the land of dreams.
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Dream Happiness Knows Land
The door of our Abbey is always open to any travellers roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.
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Door Open Travellers Woodlands
Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.
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Company Fate Fickle
Who rules o’er the Kingdom of Night, where all is not what it seems? ‘Tis I, the Weaver of Tales, for I am the Dreamer of Dreams!
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Dreams Forgotten Kingdom Path Seems
Armel shrugged. “I suppose so, Brother, but why do creatures have to fight?” Demple picked Mudge up and placed him on his shoulder.
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Brother Fighting Land
See, as much as there are words in poetry, there is a poetry in words. Use it, stay faithful to the path you have set your heart upon and follow it.
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Follow Heart Mouse Small
The more ‘otter it is, the more ‘otter otters likes it
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Cities Likes More Otters
Sighing restlessly, the boundless sea broke huge rollers into white cream which hissed hungrily up to the tideline.
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Broke Sea White
He came with death held in his paw Which no rat born could face Oh woe to those who break the law Of Sunflash and his mace!
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Law Mace Paws Woe
Friar Hugo, old friend, brace yourself. I am the bearer of tragic news!” Alarm spread across Hugo’s pudgy features.
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Broken Friends Old Voice
your lives be as full and happy as ours,and may the seasons be kind to you and your friends.
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Doors May Roaming
Step aside? I step aside for nobeast, whether it be a hallowed hedgehog, an officious otter, a seasoned squirrel, a mutterin’ mole or a befuddled badger!
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Moles Otters Squirrels
Who knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic. Personally, I think it’s the warrior who wields it.
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Magic Thinking Warrior
Sometimes friends do go from us-it will happen more and more as you grow up, Chugg. But if you really love your friends, they’re never really gone. Somewhere they’re watching over you and they’re always there inside your heart. -Martin
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Grow Up Heart More Over

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