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  • Betrayals

    I resent my age as a barrier of knowledgeThat wisdom is a consequence of time andMy written word, unreliable, informalIt’s true I know not of formalities, At times my punctuation ...

    • Poetry
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    2 min read


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