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In Ireland, sea swept and green against the wind, this mast, salt lipped and bent by the mad skipping white caps farther out - the gray fading ships closer in, the tiny bobbing boats amid misty fog they float nets and fish, heavy they list the watery wilds toward home.
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
Wild Atlantic
In Ireland, sea swept and green against the wind, this mast, salt lipped and bent by the mad skipping white caps farther out - the gray fading ships closer in, the tiny bobbing boats amid misty fog they float nets and fish, heavy they list the watery wilds toward home.
#sea #Ireland #fishing
ca-guilfoyle
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
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