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Calving Perito Moreno Glacier, Lake Argentina

when i was like 11 or so and had just read the hobbit for the first time i remember i was constantly like every day building a mountain out of sand or dirt, bigger and bigger every time but barren all around it, for this was The Lonely Mountain, and i’d go on a hunt to find a small beautiful white stone to be the Arkenstone, so i could bury it inside the mountain. and then i’d stomp the whole thing to pieces, bc i was pissed, i was fucking pissed bc i’d spent my whole life thinking The Hobbit was supposed to be the happy-go-lucky prequel with a super uplifting ending, but instead thorin died and bilbo had to go home and make rlly dumb jokes about how all was well when all was very fucking clearly not well. so i had this ritual almost every day for like a whole summer and i just remembered that.