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Do any of the Gondolindrim see the same sun that sets and rises that I do? Do they hasten their labors, and are they stretched thinner and feel more pressed after the Battle?
There are times when I sit idle with a sore body when I become acquainted with the feeling that there is a place that I justly ought to be. It is not quite so unfamiliar a sensation, but this time there is a rather wistful, tender feeling about it rather than a desire to be free from somewhere. Certainly, if I desired to, I could find something to fiercely blame for my being here or for why I have not yet tried to return: some personal failing or the fault of another, circumstances that I cannot change or bend to the favor of anyone.
To be powerless in a situation so beyond my control – I yearn for the kind of strength that my mother bore so proudly for years. I must find resolve, as she did.
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