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It is custom for the Dúnedain to turn their faces westward before meals, to Westernesse that once was. They bid us to do the same, and it reminded me of my home beyond the mountains; hobbits taking their elevenses in comfortable holes under hills.
I hope -- never to call it a once was but an always is.
[ Silence and a sigh as he recalls a funny thought. ]
My dear Sam said something about lettuce then, and something about rain. But sometimes these things slip my mind. Like rain on a wilted lettuce I think he said, like hope.
I hope -- never to call it a once was but an always is.
[ Silence and a sigh as he recalls a funny thought. ]
My dear Sam said something about lettuce then, and something about rain. But sometimes these things slip my mind. Like rain on a wilted lettuce I think he said, like hope.