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... said that he heard that three mighty trolls were guarding an abandoned castle in the lonely mountain far far away. Puss in Boots also said that there was a dragon there that had been asleep for a very long time. Bilbo thanked Puss in Boots for his help and met us outside and told us what he learned. Bilbo took the ring off and became his normal self and we continued on our ...
Bilbo lives in his lovely swamp and his neighbor, Shrek, went away with his new wife, Fiona, on their honeymoon. One day, Fiona came with a strange talking donkey and they asked for Bilbo's help. It seemed that Lord Farquaad sent out trolls to capture Shrek while he was on his way home from his honeymoon and they put him in a lonely mountain ...
I left Flagstaff after a mere 25 hours, the departing train was a bit late due to a collision with an elk, and now I'm on my way to St. Louis. This leg was particularly eventful because my train had about a dozen Amish making their way back home from three weeks in Tijuana... And no it wasn't for an epic stag party. Apparently Amish sometimes travel to Mexico for medical care and they were on their way back home to New York. Only three more days of train travel for them.
... Excuse me, which was is the beach?
Anyhow this morning I completed my badging application and were going to run errands and have lunch before we come back to work the outbound flight. Tonight I overnight in Seattle and have dinner planned with my parents and the Hugo’s so I’m pretty excited about this. Then early tomorrow I fly back to San Diego to watch our Seahawks playoffs game! Can’t wait!
... panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like ...