A barrow's a fine and private place, yet here do many with fraternity embrace. (Sorry, Estelyn, I'm Donne with bad puns now.) Welcome to all those new Downers who have come of age.
My book collection confession is made with some wry embarassment. As I posted earlier, my old editions of Tolkien never made it through successive moves, yet we have just now discovered, in one of our many boxes of books hoarded away in the basement, my husband's old edition of Bored with the Rings.
I thank you, Alquadae, for your words and your courtesy. This November brought the last sail. No reading to hold time at bay this year, watching death's play for dominion. Still, the defeat is not complete.
Bethberry
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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