The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. Continue reading →
I may don my elvish attire: •
my magical greaves, my gloves of wisdom •
the cloak that shelters me from harm Continue reading →
Even while walking between shade and dreams •
there came the sweetest elvish song to ear Continue reading →
Part of me: working. Part of me: vacillating rapidly between panic and distaste for all things holiday (with a big smidge of heart-surging over a wonderful moment at work). Part of me: #amediting. Continue reading →
Trouble springs from idleness, and grievous toil from needless ease.
