Monday, July 9, 2012

Night Log 2012-07-08

SA: Brent
SO: Siphelo


There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

--The Return of the King, VI, 2.

[Clouds and high humidity, did not open]

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