I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been
...
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green
...
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been
...
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green
...
JRR Tolkien
Thoughts about the passing of time
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