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Connemara morning early iron grey sky scarping waves of sharp and tempered steel and a sun barely creeping on peaty bog and marshy sheep-shod field here dwelt the silent ones fertile gods of Erin's clan who fed the earth and coaxed the land solemn faces watch us still through smoky mist on emerald hill
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Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 12:42 PM UTC
Connemara Morning Early
Connemara morning early iron grey sky scarping waves of sharp and tempered steel and a sun barely creeping on peaty bog and marshy sheep-shod field here dwelt the silent ones fertile gods of Erin's clan who fed the earth and coaxed the land solemn faces watch us still through smoky mist on emerald hill
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Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 12:42 PM UTC
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