Mood:
blueTopic: "Our Town" (8)
Whether the weather or the wither, whatever.
The day never dawned at all, and Frodo had an opportunity to put serious thought together. He found himself unable to separate from the grief that dominated, so his words were simply nothing new, or particularly profound. Perhaps it was merely the weather, but more likely it was something else.
Whatever.
Posted by loveysdaddyga
at 11:09 PM EST
