Dingle Peninsula, Ireland
Epic
Waves lick the shore in white tongues.
Above, the sky is a banquet of blue,
grandiose; clouds are zen masters,
philosophies of thoughts.
The light is a new language
we re-learn by the hour.
Horizon billows and frolics,
full of heroics to come.
The entire day, a continual surprise
of story unfolding.
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