Many Paths to Tread

 





“Home is behind, the world ahead,
and there are many paths to tread
through shadows to the edge of night,
until the stars are all alight.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings




Art (c)2022 by Mickey Kulp

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