Helen, the last time I visited certain friends of mine--the vagaries of the marketplace and the disperal to jobs across the globe sundering us--they still graced the walls of their home with framed posters of Middle Earth. Memory tells me they were in shades of grey and pastel pinks, although now I cannot recall quite why those should be the colours, nor who the designers were.
Welcome, welcome, Alphaelin. My old copies are also all lost to time and the indignities of multiple, forced moves. Yet my eldest will quite happily correct me if he thinks I've got something wrong from LOTR. My youngest, while in thrall to the movies, refuses to read LOTR because there are so few girls. She has taken to Smaug, however, like moth to flame.
Bethberry
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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