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Making its way through the still, silent harbor,
Encircling the morning in the arms of dawn,
Moves the mist on its long, dream-like journey
Over the cliffs and the deep sands of time.
Rising slowly on scattered moments,
Into the day the mists vanish and go,
Eyes now see clearly - know and remember -
Searching the past for their old and trusted friends.

Down from the heights where minds only imagine,
Rivers of white water cascade and fall,
Engaged in a race for the streams below.
As each drop descends, it carves out the future,
Marking the time on the face of the earth,
Shaping tomorrow from the hopes of today.

Beneath a rising mist,
Endlessly reaches the far horizon...
A meeting place for earth and sky.
Under the watch of the passing seasons,
Through every moment, it moves and changes,
Yet, year after year, it remains the same.

-- C. A. Schlea
Shouts and Whispers
The photos on this page were all taken in Ireland.  The title comes from a
quote by Thomas Keane:  "Ireland calls to you.  Sometimes it shouts and
sometimes it whispers.  Somtimes it just sits quietly in your head and heart,
waiting to be noticed.  But you can't travel far enough or be gone long
enough to be out of its reach.  And for that, I'm very grateful."
-- Nancy