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Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 1 2012, 3:13pm

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Weekly poetry thread. Can't Post

Hello again! It's been wonderful seeing all the poems posted the past couple of weeks, including some old favorites and some that were new to me. Again, the idea is to post one of your favorite poems, either written by someone else or one of your own.

I'll put my offering for this week in a reply post. It's one I learned about just this week, that fits right in with the Day of the Dead today.


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 1 2012, 3:22pm

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Spirits by Birago Diop [In reply to] Can't Post

Last week our church was shocked by the sudden and very unexpected death of a church member in his fifties. His service was Saturday, and on Sunday we had our annual Day of the Dead service (our minister is of Russian Jewish extraction, but he spent time as a chaplain in a prison in Mexico City, and so he sometimes brings us Mexican traditions, including this one.)

At the Sunday service, we sang this hymn, which was a favorite of the man who had died. We sang it in his honor, and to honor all our beloved dead.

In the hymnal, it said the hymn was adapted from a poem, so I went looking online and found it. The author is from Senegal, and he did a lot of work collecting African folk tales. In a way, I think the abridged version of the hymn is better, but I love the poem too :

Spirits

By Birago Diop

Listen to Things
More often than Beings,
Hear the voice of fire,
Hear the voice of water.
Listen in the wind,
To the sighs of the bush;
This is the ancestors breathing.

Those who are dead are not ever gone;
They are in the darkness that grows lighter
And in the darkness that grows darker.
The dead are not down in the earth;
They are in the trembling of the trees
In the groaning of the woods,
In the water that runs,
In the water that sleeps,
They are in the hut, they are in the crowd:
The dead are not dead.

Listen to things
More often than beings,
Hear the voice of fire,
Hear the voice of water.
Listen in the wind,
To the bush that is sighing:
This is the breathing of ancestors,
Who have not gone away
Who are not under earth
Who are not really dead.

Those who are dead are not ever gone;
They are in a woman’s breast,
In the wailing of a child,
And the burning of a log,
In the moaning rock,
In the weeping grasses,
In the forest and the home.
The dead are not dead.

Listen more often
To Things than to Beings,
Hear the voice of fire,
Hear the voice of water.
Listen in the wind to
The bush that is sobbing:
This is the ancestors breathing.

Each day they renew ancient bonds,
Ancient bonds that hold fast
Binding our lot to their law,
To the will of the spirits stronger than we
To the spell of our dead who are not really dead,
Whose covenant binds us to life,
Whose authority binds to their will,
The will of the spirits that stir
In the bed of the river, on the banks of the river,
The breathing of spirits
Who moan in the rocks and weep in the grasses.

Spirits inhabit
The darkness that lightens, the darkness that darkens,
The quivering tree, the murmuring wood,
The water that runs and the water that sleeps:
Spirits much stronger than we,
The breathing of the dead who are not really dead,
Of the dead who are not really gone,
Of the dead now no more in the earth.

Listen to Things
More often than Beings,
Hear the voice of fire,
Hear the voice of water.
Listen in the wind,
To the bush that is sobbing:
This is the ancestors, breathing.


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
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Magpie
Immortal


Nov 1 2012, 4:25pm

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For Witches [In reply to] Can't Post

For Witches

today
I lost my temper.

temper, when one talks of metal
means strong,
perfect.

temper, for humans,
means angry
irrational
bad

today I found my temper.
I said,
you step on my head
for 27 years you step on my head
and though I have been trained
to excuse you for your inevitable
clumsiness
today i think
I prefer my head to your clumsiness

today I began
to find
myself.

tomorrow
perhaps I will begin
to find
you.

-Susan Sutheim
(1969)

note.. the voice speaking in this poem isn't 'mine' in any literal way. No one has stepped on my head for 27 years. But I do like the idea of sometimes choosing one's own well being over other people's 'clumsiness.' And I like the brief discussion of the nuances of 'temper.' This is a poem I found and wrote down in a notebook and kept. I don't do that with many poems (other than all my fairy poems and haiku which came much later in my life!).


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Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 1 2012, 4:47pm

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I love that! [In reply to] Can't Post

The wonderful examination of the word "temper", the line "Today I found my temper" which plays on both of those meanings, and the marvelous threat at the end :-D

I have a notebook where I copied down many of my favorite poems by hand when I was a teenager. Nowadays I print them up from the internet and put them in a binder. I think I'll do that with this one.


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
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Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 1 2012, 4:58pm

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On second reading [In reply to] Can't Post

maybe that wasn't a threat at the end. But I kind of like the way I saw it on my first reading :-D


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
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Magpie
Immortal


Nov 1 2012, 5:54pm

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I never saw it as a threat [In reply to] Can't Post

I saw it as an offer that, someday - after finding and solidifying their own sense of self and strength - they might be in a position to find a way past or through the other person's clumsiness to try for reconnection.

But that is phrased as 'perhaps'. Doors aren't being closed but I think boundaries are being set.


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batik
Tol Eressea


Nov 1 2012, 6:31pm

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hear and see the rain [In reply to] Can't Post

Here's one from another poet I Iearned of in Freshman English (likely the poem was Theme for English B). I like many of Langston Hughes' poems and it's hard to pick one but for it's visual, lyrical prettiness....

In Time Of Silver Rain

In time of silver rain
The earth puts forth new life again,
Green grasses grow
And flowers lift their heads,
And over all the plain
The wonder spreads

Of Life,
Of Life,
Of life!

In time of silver rain
The butterflies lift silken wings
To catch a rainbow cry,
And trees put forth new leaves to sing
In joy beneath the sky
As down the roadway
Passing boys and girls
Go singing, too,

In time of silver rain When spring
And life
Are new.

Langston Hughes


Ciars
Rohan


Nov 1 2012, 6:53pm

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The weather and Emily Dickinson... [In reply to] Can't Post

    
I thought part 5 of Emily Dickinson's Time and Eternity was appropriate in the context of the aftermath
of Superstorm Sandy....

On this long storm the rainbow rose,
On this late morn the sun;
The clouds, like listless elephants,
Horizons straggled down.
The birds rose smiling in their nests,
The gales indeed were done;
Alas! how heedless were the eyes
On whom the summer shone!
The quiet nonchalance of death
No daybreak can bestir;
The slow archangel’s syllables
Must awaken her.


Magpie
Immortal


Nov 1 2012, 7:13pm

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I like that one [In reply to] Can't Post

I am quite partial to poems of nature and especially seasons.


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Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 1 2012, 7:19pm

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That one's in our hymnal too :-) // [In reply to] Can't Post

 


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
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Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 1 2012, 7:21pm

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Oh, my. [In reply to] Can't Post

That's pretty powerful in context. And like the one Magpie posted about "temper", there's more than one kind of "storm" going on in this poem.


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
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Ciars
Rohan


Nov 1 2012, 8:41pm

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Apocalyptic... [In reply to] Can't Post

 
I'd always thought Dickinson's poem is very similar in message to Yeat's second coming (below) in that the "summer" is the prelude to the"judgement", like the birds we are oblivious to the storm that will cleanse prior to the angels calling. However whist Dickinson has some hope for us in the "rainbow" Yeats has none. But Dickinson's does have added depth when read alongside Sandy's chaos....
The Second Coming
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


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wendy woo
Rivendell


Nov 2 2012, 12:13am

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I found this one on the Internet Archive [In reply to] Can't Post

"Love" by Nathalia Crane

Now Marjory is seven years,
And I am nine and more.
We went a-strolling after cream
Into a Flatbush store.

The handsome clerk said "Ladies, yes,
I'll serve you with a rush."
He looked so very scrumptious that
We both began to blush.

He smiled at us, we smiled at him.
And then we went away:
We were so captivated, yes,
That we forgot to pay.

Of course we could have sauntered back,
And settled, don't you see,
But oh, we could not stain romance
With monetary fee.

I love Nathalia Crane. All of her poems are full of this kind of humor, especially any poem she wrote about the Janitor's Boy (on whom she had a crush).

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance--e.e. cummings


Annael
Half-elven


Nov 2 2012, 4:22pm

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Since I'm going to hear David Whyte tonight [In reply to] Can't Post

and because it's Nanowrimo, here's one from him.

The way we imagine our lives is the way we are going to go on living our lives.

- James Hillman, Healing Fiction

* * * * * * * * * *

NARF and member of Deplorable Cultus since 1967


Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 2 2012, 5:35pm

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Wow! [In reply to] Can't Post

I really love that. Especially this:

you were invited
from another and greater
night
than the one
from which
you have just emerged.

Are you doing NaNoWriMo? Good luck! Once was enough for me.


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
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Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 2 2012, 5:37pm

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It's like Dorothy Parker for kids :-D [In reply to] Can't Post

Thanks, that was fun!


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Annael
Half-elven


Nov 2 2012, 9:36pm

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not this year [In reply to] Can't Post

gotta write my defense presentation, and also prepare for five concerts, on top of my new job. Maybe next year.

The way we imagine our lives is the way we are going to go on living our lives.

- James Hillman, Healing Fiction

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NARF and member of Deplorable Cultus since 1967


Kangi Ska
Half-elven


Nov 3 2012, 6:32am

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RING OF STONE: [In reply to] Can't Post

For treasure I am drawn
To share-turned fields in early spring,
To summer dusty river banks (a scramble down to empty bed),
To bare road cuts, to quarries’ bitter gouge,
To desert canyon’s burning gorge, to the beaten verge of wild seas,
To pathless wooded hills
Where ancient glacial melt laid rippled sand,
Now stone, beneath the fallen layered leaves.

Bent backed, hand held to shield the sun
To look…to look again.
To try to learn to see…to see at last.
To reach and touch, to lift and hold
To brush and rub away the haze of age
To find and know its truth.

Kangi Ska

Kangi Ska Resident Trickster & Wicked White Crebain
Life is an adventure, not a contest.

At night you can not tell if crows are black or white.
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Kangi Ska
Half-elven


Nov 3 2012, 6:38am

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Sacred Song [In reply to] Can't Post

Though moon, swift silver, breaks the cloud
No bright-eyed wolves will call it down
No Faerie dance enchanted rings
The city’s light consumes all things.

By stone, by steel, this night is bound.
The rumble-roar of freeway drowns
The sacred song that North Wind sings
To Autumn’s leaves and feathered wings.

Kangi Ska

Kangi Ska Resident Trickster & Wicked White Crebain
Life is an adventure, not a contest.

At night you can not tell if crows are black or white.
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Kangi Ska
Half-elven


Nov 3 2012, 6:48am

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Midsummer [In reply to] Can't Post

‘Twas Midsummer’s in a wondrous land
Where rollicked the last Aegean Ram
To music made with harp and gong
Driven madly by the Hatter’s song.

Loud sang he then, his lyric truth
Bequeathed to him in blushing youth.
By Father’s Mother’s Brother’s wife
‘Twas his core philosophy of life.

“Oh Walrus spin and Dodo whirl
While Caterpillar’s bagpipes skirl
And all you nauseating nasty beasts
Turn a kolo on this reef
Beneath the clouds of dun and dinge
That hang the sky a wild fringe.”

Down she fell, by happenstance,
A witness to this frantic dance
A witless child merely ten
That only sought her home again.

“So, silly girl of golden curl,
Your salty sea of tears has swirled
And torn apart our wondrous land
Leaving just this strip of sand
This last of things, both near and far
A stinking sinking mud caked bar.”

In time poor Alice found her wits
Smoothed rumpled dress and combed the bits
Of kelp leaves from her sodden hair
Stepped carefully across to where
The Hatter stood, his eyes ablaze,
His mind escaped to better days,
To rosy times in garden green
And croquet with his friend the Queen.

But sir, I say, it is absurd
To blame me for your loss of earth
I was not here! How could it be?
That I caused this catastrophe?

Kangi Ska

Kangi Ska Resident Trickster & Wicked White Crebain
Life is an adventure, not a contest.

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Kangi Ska
Half-elven


Nov 3 2012, 7:01am

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Mary Oliver - Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Kangi Ska Resident Trickster & Wicked White Crebain
Life is an adventure, not a contest.

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Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 3 2012, 1:22pm

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I love that. [In reply to] Can't Post

It's really comforting, and it speaks to me. Thanks for bringing it.


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 3 2012, 1:25pm

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What fun! [In reply to] Can't Post

I love what you've done with all those familiar images. It reads like a dance. And yet there's something dark there too.

And it's echoing the scene I was reading yesterday in "The Road to Oz", where Dorothy falls down a crack in the ground during an earthquake, to a glass city where she's blamed for the damage caused by the fall of stones.


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 3 2012, 1:27pm

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It can't drown it out completely, though. [In reply to] Can't Post

This reminds me somewhat of my morning commute in heavy traffic before the sun comes up. Sometimes I look above the highway at Venus in the rosy sky, and it's so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes.


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 3 2012, 2:51pm

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I"m trying to understand this one. [In reply to] Can't Post

Archeology? Geology? Nice imagery.


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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