Vardamar had heard of the Great Barrows, and the green mounds, and the stone-rings upon the hills and in the hollows among the hills. Sheep were bleating in flocks. Green walls and white walls rose. There were fortresses on the heights. Kings of little kingdoms fought together, and the young Sun shone like fire on the red metal of their new and greedy swords. There was victory and defeat; and towers fell, fortresses were burned, and flames went up into the sky.
Hehe…I ran 18 miles in 5 days(3 5mile runs, and 3 1mile runs) just to get away from the infernal racket that some call Tom’s singing. I’m up to 134 miles now, and am wandering the Barrow-Downs! Tomorrow I start my cycling, for I must be ready for the local triathlon this fall…
On a side note, I am now a Wight with 101 posts!
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Strength without wisdom falls by its own weight.
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