Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
"The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there to music of a pipe unseen, and light of stars was in her hair, and in her raiment glimmering." -J.R.R. Tolkien
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❝I must have left a thousand times, but every day begins again the same cause there’s a small town in my mind.
— Regina Spektor, “Small Town Moon”
