End of Summer’s Breath

In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe ’tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey’s end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.

Journey’s End by J. R. R. Tolkien

 

Credits:

*Nutmeg. Memories of Summer Hammock w/Throw **NEW** at Access Event
*Nutmeg. Memories of Summer His Hat **NEW** at Access Event
*Nutmeg. Memories of Summer Her Hat **NEW** at Access Event
*Nutmeg. Memories of Summer Fig **NEW** at Access Event
*Nutmeg. Memories of Summer Stack **NEW** at Access Event
*Nutmeg. Memories of Summer Wreath Bonus **NEW** at Access Event

{anc} darkroom / Derain- Varane’s custom camera 5Li RARE

Contrast – Weekend Cotton Vase

..::THOR::.. Shutters Cabinet

hive // waterside shack w/ dock

Photo taken at Deer River (coming soon)

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