I just lost about 400 photos of Ireland.
I'm really hoping I can restore them, but things are looking pretty bleak right about now.
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An adventure.
The stars of midnight shall be dear to her; and she shall lean her ear in many a secret place where rivulets dance their wayward round, and beauty born of murmuring sound shall pass into her face. -William Wordsworth
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