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 A smiling cloud |
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 Watching this gull sore about these cliffs made me feel sorry for all the seagulls that live in cities. |
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 Near the town of Dingle is an area where these 800 year old rock huts stand and were once used as homes. |
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 I've always loved cows, and not just because of impressive talents like this. |
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 I met Tom on a hike on my last day in Killarney. He was on his way to anywhere, and I envied his journey. On the trail he called himself Oatmeal, a name he acquired while hiking the Appalachian Trail. |
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 The dark square rock sitting just above the water in the center is where I sat alone and enjoyed my PB&J sandwich, my last lunch before starting my trek homeward. The journey was something my soul had been begging for, and while I sat there I wasn't sure I had soaked in all I could. I felt like I was flying while carrying a boulder. But I'm endlessly thankful for all I met and all I learned. |