"distant whitecaps
wild sea oats oscillate
along the dunes
a lone piper runs
through sand and ashes"
--an'ya
As you slip deeper into the night.
"We read of many descriptions of places of note, whose scenes have been subject to occupy the time and skilled attention of the greatest artists, who ever, or shall, allow the pinched, reduced, or cut-down coat of the great friend of African adventure to depict their unquestioned genius on the roughest of manufacturing industry; but no canvas whose face has ever been furrowed with wrinkles of undoubted art, could show to the eye of the most cute, Nature as it lies almost untouched around the coast of Connemara. There we have one of the grandest openings for description that yet has occupied the minds of mighty men of thought, whose beautiful and dreamlike surroundings laugh at the attempts of the ablest pen." --Amanda Ros, Delina Delaney
You owe yourself a happiness. 🍄.
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