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Lily listened raptly to Posco's brief discription of his home. In many ways it was very different from Bree, and they appealed to her. In town, it was fairly noisy, and there were people all over the place, both Big and Little. Instead of crickets, nighttime noises consisted of shouts in the street or the clip-clop of hooves on the stone roads.
"Your home sounds lovely," said Lily. "Please, tell me more about it." She looked up into his eyes and saw a reflection of her own feelings therein: peace and happiness, and love. The things that she had always treasured most, those simple things, and she found them here with Posco. Hearing about his farm made her enjoy the Shire even more, and she knew that she would love making it her home with Posco when that time would come.
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