Grief is a hone to a hard mind. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin
Grief is a hone to a hard mind. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin
Grief is a hone to a hard mind. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin
Grief is a hone to a hard mind. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin
Grief is a hone to a hard mind. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin
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Grief is a hone to a hard mind.

— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin
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