"Autumn-covered hills" are bare now. Silver branches reach into the grey sky. The sunset is closer than it was. The sunrise is bare. The stars have a cold glitter.
Trying to decide between Anglo-Saxon tunics or the Bocksten-man style (fuller skirt.) Somehow less elvish & hobbitish this year, more rohirric. Elvish spot is filled by sons.
edit: Cool, Ninja. The brooks around here are all that color. I think it's a natural name. But justly made popular by The Prof.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
Last edited by mark12_30; 11-23-2006 at 09:05 PM.
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