"Up along the cliffs I love to
walk and run so freely
Shining sun or pouring rain
the beauty is the same
Wind that blows is wild
and makes you high
it's deeply cleansing
Sitting by the castle ruins
watching heron fly...
The wild horses playing
and running in the valley
The busards flying high
their call is echoing
Grace is here and everywhere
Gentle presence in the air
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India
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Wales
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Music & Art
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Voyages
