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Again! Again!

12/13/2017

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Tidy.
Everywhere is tidy.
The Tidy Town street cleaners signal - wake up! Wake up!
Adventure beckons.
Even the ruins are free of litter, graffiti, debris.
​There is care here.
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The weight of centuries on lintels.  
The stones don't lie.

Who walked these cloisters?
What secrets were whispered in huddled robes?
We touch ancient walls, feel bones beneath us.
Reverent, hushed.
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​The rain pauses.  The wind whips.
​We climb.
Where to look?
Everywhere is wonder.
The sky smiles knowingly.
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​There is a brief love affair with ice cream.
Sea salted vanilla chills, satisfies.
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The sun sets on Inch Beach.
Hush, hush. 
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11 Comments
Moss Mahony
12/13/2017 03:18:38 am

I look forward so much to waking up and reading of your adventures in Ireland. It's a great way to start the day. F&W

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Moss Mahony
12/13/2017 03:20:08 am

Will you be visiting Kerry County? I believe it is a beautiful part of Ireland.

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jen
12/13/2017 03:54:49 am

oh no, we're only going to be in Listowel. :) ha ha!

jen
12/13/2017 03:54:14 am

Hooray!!! It is so incredible to wake up each morning and think of everything magical that took place the day before....F&W

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Moss Mahony
12/13/2017 03:59:23 am

Looking forward to tomorrows blog, because I know that today is going to be very boring for me.

Carol
12/13/2017 01:52:56 pm

That photo sky and rainbow! That beach! Icecream! What a day!

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jen
12/13/2017 04:11:36 pm

Indeed!!!!!! I am in bliss overload once again!

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Carl S
12/13/2017 05:14:44 pm

I’m running out of adjectives for your journey and this place. Just keep posting!

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jen
12/14/2017 02:27:40 am

ha ha! Right? And no problem, Carl. I absolutely will!

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Dotty Seiter link
12/15/2017 06:17:54 am

Jen, I feel it in my marrow. I remember as a high school senior, living in London with my family (my dad's work transferred him there), traveling to Greece, going to Delphi. I was mystically transported through centuries. There were no words for the wonder.

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jen
12/15/2017 06:48:00 am

marrow. yes, that's where I feel it. deep, deep in my bones. no words - only wonder.

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