Full moon on the Burren

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The path to the Poulnabrone Dolmen, in the Burren, is muddy and full of potholes. Black crows fly around the old electricity posts. The night is slowly falling.

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The dolmen stands lonely in the flat land blown by a cold sea breeze. I take the path back, now under a full moon. A blackbird sings hidden in a bush behind me. It sounds like a baby laughing. I walk quick back to the car.



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