Thunderstorms off and on all day yesterday.
Rivulets through the garden.
Some slippage on the root cellar.
A leak in the cottage roof.
Repairs necessary.
No poetry workshop today.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
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"So they passed into the northern marches of that land that Men once called Ithilien, a fair country of climbing woods and swift-falling streams ..."
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