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my poem is now 30 odd lines long and hasn't even reached Alqualonde (which is what it's meant to be about!) yet
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And I felt proud of the seven lines of my poem...

Well, congratulations.
Moringotto sounds strange. It reminds me of spaghetti or some other Italian food (not sure why).
Anyway, now I can write more flexible since we just finished lesson 6 with
Lhuna and I can use past tense. Hooray.