The Lake Isle Of Innisfree.

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“I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.”

About mirrenaudax

Slightly greying, bequiffed and enterprising visual artist from Up North.
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