...in a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
images from both the jean moulin high school project (2009) and logements anglet (2011)
There are exists here to: OFF ARCHITECTS. Thorin sits down and sings of gold.
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