My Favorite Poem

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
-J.R.R. Tolkien

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  1. well sorta. It looks big, but there’s really a large part of it that’s not uslabe because it’s SUPER wet almost all year round. But at least it gives us some privacy at the back of the house!

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