The stranger smiled,and was lost deep in thought. The music swept him off to a land he had left long ago. A land of rich green, grassy hills and cool, clear streams.
The music stopped and shaken from his reverie, the stranger looked up. He rose from his seat and acquired a room for the night. He retired upstairs to the room, while the music began again and the merryment went on below.
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Banakil - nice post! I have broken it into the required two paragrphs per Shire writing rules. Please see the Red Book of Westmarch - the first topic in the Shire -- Thanks, Pio
[ December 29, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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