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Describe the weather



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Tue Feb 27, 2024 10:45 pm
alliyah says...



The sun is bright today.

Once in a while, I will look straight at the sun. Only long enough to see if the heaven-bird is nesting there. Only long enough to pray. Only long enough to see if I remember how to blink. Only not for any time at all. Sometimes I see her, the moment I turn my head and avert my gaze. All those wings and humming feathers shining, reaching, folding, stretching, flying-right-into-my-eyes. But then when I turn again, she is not there. Only she always is. Only I can not see her straight on.
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return
  








It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien