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So much is blighted here, but much remains. Stones stand for centuries, but my father’s city has not this green strength, reborn in spite of fire and ax. Each Spring I see hope in the little things which push up through last autumn’s fall, or twine around the ruined homes as if to hide the work of war.
And in this dreadful Spring hope lies in little things. Would I have had the will to let the hobbits go had I never noticed how the daisies spring back up to the sun after the boots of armies have gone past?
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So much is blighted here, but much remains. Stones stand for centuries, but my father’s city has not this green strength, reborn in spite of fire and ax. Each Spring I see hope in the little things which push up through last autumn’s fall, or twine around the ruined homes as if to hide the work of war.
And in this dreadful Spring hope lies in little things. Would I have had the will to let the hobbits go had I never noticed how the daisies spring back up to the sun after the boots of armies have gone past?
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Date: 2004-09-25 04:58 pm (UTC)You did it again! You wench! I am crying after 100 words. How do you do that? (I can hardly type...)
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