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I You tend flowers, but in truth, Sam, it is me you are cultivating most. III. The stalks of flowers, the warm the sun has poured onto your bronzing skin; the whisper'd vitality of earth beneath your fingers -- so this is what I smell every night. IV. Even though I am alone, I look over my shoulder for you when the leaves brush against it. Sam Watching Frodo.
There's some petals as glow 'neath the moonlight: and then there's your skin as I put roots into the ground. II. You know so many things that I think I know but you have your words to say them and me -- only my hands. III. I would say that you were the best flower I ever did pick: but the harm severance causes aside, I'm not so sure we didn't pick each other. IV. You show me things I did not know I could be. Merry Watching Pippin.
I used to gain my pleasure exploring the Brandywine and thinking of little else but hiding places.
Now I know better, that II. Once when you were little I showed you how to skip stones. Funny, that you would be the one to teach my heart to skip. III. You have always understood much more than you show. And oftentimes I wonder how much you really know. IV. It never ceases to amaze me the constant amount of joy you can find in the unworking of buttons. Pippin Watching Merry.
I know you think of me as someone always doing, always active; but if you really want to know, sometimes I'm quite content just to watch. II. When I study you as closely and as often as I do, it should come as little surprise, dearest, that your thoughts are not your own, and that you speak them loudest yourself, when you think no one is looking. III. I lied a little: sometimes it's not always your idea. IV. Every day is a game, and we both win when I get you to smile.
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