This story begins with my mother’s story about her necklace. Sixteen years ago when we were still working at...
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This story begins with my mother’s story about her necklace. Sixteen years ago when we were still working at...
I can still see him lying on the floor in his now-empty room. The picture often comes to my...
Where am I? This place is different… the sounds, the smells, the sights. I hear words I can’t understand,...
At the end of The Return of the King, the four hobbits that have saved mankind sit in the...