Love Letter to Ireland – the Gift of My Mother
Happy St.Patrick’s Day☘️ Re-sharing. Dear Ireland, It is not the distinct and lonesome scent of burning turf from distant cottages. Nor your fields of brilliant green. It is not the timeless waterfalls that cascade in hidden woodland. Nor your winding rivers whose beauty inspire poets. It is not your majestic cliffs that stand like loyal … Continue reading Love Letter to Ireland – the Gift of My Mother
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