Can a person have regrets about a right decision?
Why do feelings never correspond quite so neatly with reason?
Why do they call that stuff liquid courage? I never seem to get anything but anxiety from the stuff.
Home now. Those long scenes with the hobbit waving to each other, exchanging gifts, are over.
Maybe I too can be like Sam McGee. Ring Bearer for 15 seconds and then go home to wife and hearth and everything can be as normal as the seasons again.
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