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(source: www.cndkc.org. author: Elrond.
i am translating it into english for self-indulgence.)
This must be a place shrouded in the fog all the year.
The air was heavier with overflowing moisture, so were our garments. They
were like being put on without being dried enough, puckery and constantly
dripping down.
The road was damp. Coolness crawled up layer by layer through the sole,
not chilly though, rather like the feeling of walking in a mild creek. It was
as though many strange organisms
i am translating it into english for self-indulgence.)
This must be a place shrouded in the fog all the year.
The air was heavier with overflowing moisture, so were our garments. They
were like being put on without being dried enough, puckery and constantly
dripping down.
The road was damp. Coolness crawled up layer by layer through the sole,
not chilly though, rather like the feeling of walking in a mild creek. It was
as though many strange organisms