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Myself .. I realised I had developed one of my darling late mother's more irritating habits when on receiving Christmas cards in unfamiliar hand I examined the exteriors closely for clues (postmark etc), speculated to myself as to who it might be for a while before doing the obvious thing and just opening it.... why couldn't I have inherited her skills at reverse parking?
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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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