There's a place far and away, secluded, mysterious and haunting by the sea. In the luminous light of the moon, the four coves scintillate and resound the songs of the sea or perhaps the voices of lost ghosts whose melodies have drifted in.
Go to Sleep, Darlings... “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields It covers them snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to Sleep, Darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll
Friday, March 22, 2019
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