The moon was glancing at the world through the dark clouds in the sky and the air was filled with the neeking and the breeking of the annoying insects of the Marsh, they kept a steady rhythm for the leaves to rustle with the passing of the wind.
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Grand Hobbit Summer Picnic July 5th, 2026 |
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The Dwarrow Ting July 18th, 2026 |
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Hobbit Historical Field Trip: Girdley Island July 18th, 2026 |
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Merchant's Guild Council Meeting July 25th, 2026 |






