She looked wilder out in the water and sky. She was unexpectedly happy at that particular moment. She could not describe it. How perfect is the earth.

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She looked wilder out in the water and sky. She was unexpectedly happy at that particular moment. She could not describe it. How perfect is the earth.
Women have served the magic and delicious power of the earth and the glories of unknown crowns and heroic action.
It is a rare form of happiness. The beach empty, footprints in the sand, the night and the sea.
Nature did remove my grief, and tranquilized my mind. The woods and clouds bade me peace. I resolve to remember the effect, the sublime ecstasy to the soul, the light and joy of nature.
Ireland. The myth of beauty and tales so beyond the hidden ways of life.
I rose lazily on a crisp February morning, the snow shimmering brightly in wintry white.
The splash of the rain on the sea waves encourages a step towards the fierce weather of the storm.
The magnificent sea tenderly struck up a new rhythm, accompanied by the moon's song into the night.
Should you chance to vanish into nature, be as wild as you can be.
I want quiet surrounded by darkness and silence: that moment would fade into a magic moment.