Whipsering soft stories and whistling into my ears
Independent, wildly free of any constraints
Noiseless as it passes by, yet deafening in an instant
Dendrils comb through my hair and prod into my tent
Amorphous
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In Darkening Dolennan
There is still much unexplored on the forest floor,
Unseen beneath the boughs of endless trees
In darkening Dolennan, the hallowed Holtmark
When light is foregone and shadows grow stark
Upon shimmering Dûenedril and shrouded hill -
At the Gates of Angband
Fingolfin hesitated, standing there before the immense doors that rose far above him.
Why? Why am I here? This is madness.
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A local Lúthien
"Andy, can I hug you?"
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