At the end of the world;
A lonely stone
From where can be seen
The birth of clouds
And can be heard
The howl of
The suicidal sea.
Sit there beside me
And I will share with you
My golden spyglass
So that you might also
Glimpse
The other shore.
The Other Shore
At the end of the world;
A lonely stone
From where can be seen
The birth of clouds
And can be heard
The howl of
The suicidal sea.
Sit there beside me
And I will share with you
My golden spyglass
So that you might also
Glimpse
The other shore.
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What's a Hobbit to do?
The recent bit of trouble that Peter Jackson has had with actors' guilds in trying to recruit for his new version of The Hobbit, which has already…
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Hullo. Testing, testing, ad_nauseum.
Trying out a new account at Dreamwidth. I know, I'm jumping on another "jumping off" bandwagon. No panic this time; just seeing what DW can do for me.
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SF/F, WTF?
I remember reading Elizabeth Moon in high school and being transported to cool worlds. Now I feel like I need a shower.
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