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Spark - final chapter BurdenSpark - final chapter by =Gold-Seven
The lake-shore lay under several inches of snow, the lake frozen and covered with a white blanket. Maedhros sat leaning against the trunk of a leafless willow, whose branches vanished into the ice, hung with glittering icicles like glass beads. The sinking sun threw long-fingered shadows across the icy lake and frozen fields, creeping behind the Mountains of Mithrim in the west, in what felt to Maedhros like a constant reminder that no hope would come from that direction.
He was wrapped in a warm cloak against the cold, his right arm in a sling to prevent him from jolting movements. The stump was still tender to the touch, but he knew
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"Toutes les âmes n'ont pas une égale aptitude au bonheur comme toutes les terres ne portent pas également des moissons"
Chateaubriand
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“Make mistakes and confuse the enemy!” -- Doctor Who (the 4th)
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The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.~
my gallery: [link]
I really havn't read this book in a long time.....
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Seaweed is what mermaids smoke?
And then, does it mean there's also seapot, seacrack and seashrooms?
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Noldor ftw.
Theory of issues scientifically proved by ~Jade-the-X9ian
I am now a poet, apparently.
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"Whew, that was close. I almost ran out of sunny disposition!"
~Piffany