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TM: What does your dream home look like?
Samwise sat on a small wooden bench beneath the kitchen window, warmed by the afternoon sun and thinking that now might be a very good time for a bit of a nap. His fingers were laced over his belly which was quite full and content after another of Rose-wife's marvelous lunches. He could hear the laughter of children as they ran and played along ( Read more... ) -
TM: It was one of those days.
Rocks and more rocks. Rocks for as far as the eye could see, behind and before, and no respite in sight. Sharp, jagged, and unforgiving, like teeth longing to chomp and tear and rend. Sam's hands and feet were raw and badly bruised from scrabbling over shale and climbing down boulders. The landscape was bleakly barren and gray, devoid of any ( Read more... ) -
Describe your worst failure.
It was small, brown, and furry. Quite harmless, really. Just a common, ordinary garden spider. Certainly it was far more afraid of Samwise peering down than he was of it ( Read more... )