 | Whom do I speak to? Why must the fates be so cruel? My husband, my love; gone from this world. Dost he think of me still? In Valinor bright, I wonder. Now I shall depart, thither. Thy Lords of the West have forgiven thine sins; and I can but think of peace now.
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Records of the Mother; Entry 1
Submitted by Andunenis on September 22nd, 2010
