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These Irish Skies

I wake to the sun, cursing the late hour and the summer shine, Wishing it was dark enough for me to sleep. Eventually, rising, the wind is low and sweet A summer morning enticing me but still, I am too... Continue Reading →

Circling Above

A red tailed hawk screeches as I reach the top of the hill, and I gasp to fill my lungs with fresh meadow air. I look out, and it has already flown ahead of me, far faster and more elegantly... Continue Reading →

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