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I took the afternoon boat from Oban to Mull a bus to the far side of the Island and pitched up my tent for three days. The rain finally stopped on a Saturday morning. I took the small ferry across the sound to Iona. Here pilgrims feet for generations have walked sunwise around the top a small hill prayer and incantations, supplication. St Columbus came over from Ireland and preached the Good News all over Scotland Iona where the veil is thin, his abbey stood. Pilgrims ask the prayers of St Columba. who pitched up his tent so many centuries ago Iona, where the veil is thin.
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
pilgrims ask the prayers of St Columba.
I took the afternoon boat from Oban to Mull a bus to the far side of the Island and pitched up my tent for three days. The rain finally stopped on a Saturday morning. I took the small ferry across the sound to Iona. Here pilgrims feet for generations have walked sunwise around the top a small hill prayer and incantations, supplication. St Columbus came over from Ireland and preached the Good News all over Scotland Iona where the veil is thin, his abbey stood. Pilgrims ask the prayers of St Columba. who pitched up his tent so many centuries ago Iona, where the veil is thin.
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Apr 10, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
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