Ireland appeared in my dreams today.

The green hills rolled, a rumpled blanket under 

A sky shifting from soft grey to a vibrant blue.

I traced the stacked ancient stone walls as I walked

Those dividing fields where sheep grazed silently.

The air smelled damp, and I 

Could almost taste the salty tang of the sea.

The Atlantic crashed against the cliffs,

As the sea birds whee...

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