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And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed,
Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head. — John Keats
“Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien