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Alexis

  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Plaintively Gray

    Only CC I would give, would be this: Clouds roll by like slow moving cars. But they Still move faster than us, because there is no “us”. Not with me ...

    Jul 5, 2008


In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
— JRR Tolkien