forest glen

“Something about a summer’s day, when the screech owl sleeps, if a virgin listens for her heart’s song under the boughs of a forest glen, she’ll hear the Unicorn neigh and if she sits quiet and still, he’ll lay down in her lap. Something like that. Anyway, I thought it was worth a try.”

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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