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Robert Frost talks of the road not taken. Tolkien talks about the road, that goes ever on.
I took the long road. It was hard at times, never smooth. There were some days when I thought I would never get here. I could see the shining citadel, of hope and promise, but it seemed so far away. There were days it didn't seem possible. But I have made it. Here, in the end. And I look out towards the citadel, raise a glass of mead to my old one eyed friend, the kindly god who has never left my side.

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