Thursday, September 5, 2019

Testing

When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;
When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town;
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West,
I'll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!


Excerpt from The Ent and the Ent-Wife
J.R.R. Tolkien

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