These days they will find us learning that we had it all wrong, but these days they will find us unashamed because we’ve been learning all along, and the radio plays a familiar song and you are loved you are loved you are really loved. this excerpt may be somewhat untimely, but it stirred my spirit
"When Summer lies upon the world, and in a
noon of gold,
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the
dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool,
and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best."
-Treebeard via Mr. Tolkien
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