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Not far from the road-meeting they came on the huge hulk of a tree: it was still alive and had leaves on the small branches that it had put out around the broken stumps of the long-fallen limbs; but it was hollow, and could be entered by a great crack on the side away from the road. The hobbits crept inside, and sat there upon a floor of old leaves and decayed wood. They rested and had a light meal, talking quietly and listening from time to time.
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I would love such a place. Does anyone have one? Do you use it as the Hobbits did? Is it on your walking-route?
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Blessed be the Lord my Strength, Who trained my hands for war and my fingers to fight. Psallm 144:1
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