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There is the poem "Stopping by woods on a snowy evening " by Robert Frost. This reminds me a lot of Middle Earth. Nights with no moon but lots of stars remind me of Middle Earth, too. And there is a cathedral being built in my town and whenever I pass it, I think of Minas Tirith.
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Is this the end? No more the hunt, the journey and the goal? That terrifies me most: no more the goal! -Ray Bradbury, Leviathan '99
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