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Saturday, March 22, 2008
The Dawnless Day
...I dreamt that I was a lioness, and I sat beneath a tree. A deep twilight gloom was all about, but I knew it was supposed to be morning...I kept saying, 'That death was not right, it was not justified'....I don't know who I was talking about...
~Elizabeth

The Dawnless Day ~ The Lord of the Rings
'Pippin was roused by Gandalf. Candles were lit in their chamber, for only a dim twilight came thruogh the windows; the air was heavy as with approaching thunder ... And the gloom began to weight on his spirits. It was dark and dim all day. From the sunless dawn until evening the heavy shadow had deepened, and all hearts in the City were oppressed. Far above a great cloud streamed slowly westward from the Black Land, devouring light, borne upon a wind of war; but belw the air was still and breathless, as if all the Vale of Anduin waited for the onset of a ruinous storm.' (p. 788-789)

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