Primrose walked on the deck. It seemed so peaceful now, not having to think about Papa or Uncle Frodo in trouble, or evil wizards or
friends they once thought were traitors.
Now, what? she thought as she looked over the railing and out over the water. Are we going home, now?
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure. Turning her head, she saw Miss Stacey standing by the rail and looking out over the water herself. Slowly the little hobbit went over to her.
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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