My goodness, this is like a sudden strong blow right in the middle of my solarplexus. My God, ist this good.
Sam was the song Rosie was singing in the kitchen and the clack of the baby’s rattle, the smell of the bread, baked fresh for their journey and the sweet scent of the kingsfoil he’d planted by the window. Sam was the neatly cobbled mends in the cloak resting now on Frodo’s shoulders.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2004-06-06 01:33 pm (UTC)Gah.
My goodness, this is like a sudden strong blow right in the middle of my solarplexus. My God, ist this good.
Sam was the song Rosie was singing in the kitchen and the clack of the baby’s rattle, the smell of the bread, baked fresh for their journey and the sweet scent of the kingsfoil he’d planted by the window. Sam was the neatly cobbled mends in the cloak resting now on Frodo’s shoulders.
Those vivid images. I can see it, I can smell it.
And...oh, how it hurts.