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she still has a sea to cross

there are so many stars

I'd probably make a really good blood mage
Far above the Ephel Duath in the West the night-sky was still dim and pale.
There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains,
Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he
looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft,
clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only
a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty
for ever beyond its reach.

p. 901, The Return of the King, J.R.R. Tolkien

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