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  • Poetry » Dramatic, Narrative Re: Lying on the Forest Floor

    This was a beautiful and touching piece. While reading it I felt like I was there laying on the forest floor. It felt very personal. Maybe there really was no ...

    Dec 1, 2016


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