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Glad To Eat Ya', I Mean Meet Ya'" - Digger

Give Me A Hot Coal Glowing Bright Red, Give Me An Ember Sizzling With Heat, These Are The Jewels Made From My Beak. We Fly Between The Flames And Never Get Singed We Plunge Through The Smoke And Never Cringe. The Secrets Of Fire, Its Strange Winds, Its Rages, We Know It All As It Rampages Through Forests, Through Canyons, Up Hillsides And Down. We Track It. We'll Find It. Take Coals By The Pound. We'll Yarp In The Heart Of The Hottest Flame Then Bring Back Its Coals An Make Them Tame. For We Are The Colliers Brave And Beyond All We Are The Owls Of The Colliering Chaw!

I Believe That Reading Widely Is The Best Preparation For Writing.

You Must Not Think Of Time As A Quantity, A Period, A Measure. Look At The Sky," Gwynneth Said. "the Moon Has Now Slipped Away To Another Night, Into Another World. It Was Not The Time It Was Here That You Remember, Faolan, But Rather The Luminescence Of The Air, The Blue Shadows Cast By The Trees In Its Light. It Was Not The Length Of The Time But The Quality Of The Moon's Light That You Felt And Remember." Gwynneth Paused. "it Is The Value, The Quality That Lives On.

To Me, The Most Important Thing Is To Tell A Good Story. If I Can Do That, I Think That Enlightenment, Respect Of Nature, Etc. Follows.