“But the trees would remain with him and he would always mourn them. He had laboured for them all of his life. They would most likely die, although a few might remain, maybe the Black Twigs, like a tribe of… — Scott Pearce Copy Share Image
“The wilderness was dangerous; it infected me. I would be forever unmoored, inured to the safety of isolation.” — Scott Pearce Copy Share Image
“But the trees would remain with him and he would always mourn them. He had laboured for them all of his life. They would… — Scott Pearce Copy Share Image
