Walking out to the cliffs, there was a thick blanket of fog hiding the view! I could not see a thing. Came all this way, I grumbled, and won’t be seeing the cliffs. Ireland, why are you hiding from me?
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Walking out to the cliffs, there was a thick blanket of fog hiding the view! I could not see a thing. Came all this way, I grumbled, and won’t be seeing the cliffs. Ireland, why are you hiding from me?