The sounds of flutes are like falling and bouncing grapes.
I felt good as I awoke.
The constant rain has ceased. It is clear, light clouds are in the blue sky of this morning.
I am the beast who thinks he is tamed.
The black birds have been feasting on worms out in this area of mother earth,
the rain has filled the ground with water and the worms have come to the surface for some needed air.
The humming birds are back, they dart around this wood and brick structure to drink from glass jars.
Violins are cutting the quiet, peacefully.
The rain has cleansed the earth, she is clean and pure.
 

 Gollum is learning the meaning of ....

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