The writer reflects on her dreams of Ireland, inspired by ancestral roots and the enchantment of Renaissance fairs. Imagery of medieval landscapes, gatherings, and traditions fill her thoughts as she emerges from a month of mourning. With plans to visit Ireland on her bucket list, she cherishes daily life while envisioning future adventures.
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Those Were The Days
Those Were The Days The moon glides slow in sky of gauze as dense fog shrouds golden sunlight sinking down beneath the mountain deep into the indigo night. Hush now, summer is fading fast say goodbye to the firefly’s glow the lily will not long endure in pure white fields of early snow. We moveContinue reading “Those Were The Days”
