All that is gold does not glisten
Not all those who wander are lost.
Renewed shall be blade that was broken?
I dread to think what that’ll cost.
All that is gold does not glisten
Not all those who wander are lost.
Renewed shall be blade that was broken?
I dread to think what that’ll cost.
Tilly and I were walking yesterday on a nice meadow near the gates of the old Mines of Moria – very peaceful, no other hobbits around – when suddenly a terrifying tentacled creature rose from the depths.
It reached out for us, fixing us with a ravenous, menacing eye as it opened its gaping maw…
We ran for our lives… stopping only to capture a couple of snaps for Status-Q, of course.
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