The roar of downtown Dublin is gone now. All that remains is the soft bellowing of the ocean against the shoreline a thousand feet below me.
The wildflowers smell crisp and sweet in the light of a midday sun as a soft cool breeze from the Atlantic dances up the hillside where two old friends walk along the pathway ahead.
(Location: Howth Summit, Co. Fingal Ireland
/Date: June 3rd, 2006)
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