by fiercestarfish » Fri Dec 14, 2012 4:16 pm
I drew this on paper and it's was beautiful, sad, but beautiful. So I drew it for you to see!
There was movement at the station
for the word had passed around
The colt from Old Regret had got away.
(A B (Banjo) Patterson, The Man from Snowy River)
Cavalia!
Wherever fortune clears a way,
Thither our ready footsteps stray.
(Jules Verne, A Journey to the Centre of the Earth)