River and I decided we’re going to reread Tolkien, from the start, from The Hobbit. While we read together this afternoon with Inara listening, River sang the dwarves’ song with me.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To seek our pale enchanted gold…
And it is the simple joys like that which get us through the longest year. What have your simple joys been, amid the griefs of the year?
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