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Showing posts with label Druid poetry and a Celtic son. Show all posts
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June 28, 2009

Sunday Quote

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I am the wind which breathes upon the sea, I am the wave of the ocean, I am the murmur of the billows, I am the ox of the seven combats, I a...
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