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.
Pictures from me playing with soap bubbles in my garden some weeks ago when it was very cold. Poem by J.R.R. Tolkien
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