tobermory, isle of mull. april 2011
the sun had his hat on all day today. the air was like a maiden dance; light and pure.
i thought of brightly coloured houses and of my pappa.
i called him and we spent all night talking. of the war. of ireland and america. and of that wild and beautiful ocean in between.
i want to go to iceland and tell him all about it very, very soon.
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