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   'Tis not so strange for one to love a flower,
      At least as far as my opinion's worth;
      Though swift succumb they to transcience's power,
      And swift they settle back into their earth,

His youngest child to Bóurr son of Bíld of Erebor greeting.

This letter I pen many weeks later than I ought to have, to my shame; I apologize profusely, but I will be consoled that my winter letters are like to pile up on the western side of the Misty Mountains regardless.

His youngest child to Bóurr son of Bíld of Erebor greeting.

Bíld son of Bóurr to Miss Rubiginosa of the Fallohides fond greeting and regards, from beneath the mysterious canopy of the Trollshaws.