longing for home


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Before him stood the Tree, his Tree, finished. If you could say that of a Tree that was alive, it’s leaved opening, it’s branches growing and bending in the wind that Niggle has so often felt or guessed, and had so often failed to catch. He gazed at the Tree, and slowly he lifted his arms and opened them wide.
“It’s a gift!” he said. He was referring to his art, and also to the result; but he was using the word quite literally.

– J.R.R. Tolkien, “Leaf by Niggle”, fromĀ Tree and Leaf

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