Mo Nighean donn he whispered mo chridhe. My brown lass my heart.
Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean heal me. Burn with me as I burn for you.
Diana Gabaldon
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One dictum I had learned on the battlefields of France in a far distant war You cannot save the world but you might save the man in front of you if you work fast enough.
- Diana Gabaldon