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Realms of light and sweet delight...
I am prone to Seasonal affective disorder so it is utter bliss to be (I hope) in spring and say good bye to the winter blues ..I even feel I might be able to write again at some point.
But Winter's broken and earth has woken,
And the small birds cry again;
And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds,
And my heart puts forth its pain.
Rupert Brooke
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace
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