"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.”
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It wasn't until I went to Scotland that I thought a landscape mostly empty of trees could be beautiful.
Yorkshire's the same, I see.
You should see Caithness.
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