Ah, I know how that feels. After I put the book down, I sat there looking around, or out my window, seeing the factory smoke coming from across the street, and I wanted to go back to the country. To take a walk through the untrodden trails at my Kukom's (Grandma's) home. I want to relive my ancestry, of hunting buffalo and migrating through the plains, living a wild and free life. That book just makes me so nostalgic for times we can never touch anymore. And how many times have I scolded kids and adults alike for carving their names in trees? *sighs* I really wish there were Ents to protect the forests, as we don't seem able to do that.
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In gwidh ristennen, i fae narchannen
I lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen
Caled veleg, ethuiannen
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