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Soul & Sea

In the Temple of the Mother Goddess of Ireland

I couldn’t seem to leave. The hill had captured me. I had booked into the hostel in the foothills below for three nights, which turned into a week, which turned into two more days. I’d grab a coffee in the hostel cafe, then wander the hill until closing time before popping back in, “I’d like to book two more nights please. Actually, make it three.” The next day, “Can I stay for one more week?” Three weeks…

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Poetry of the mystics

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