Through the mist or the snow if you look hard the castle of dreams is there beckoning you on...
Dylan Thomas
Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toenails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that you bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. - Dylan Thomas
Monday, May 24, 2010
At Last a Port with a Meal. Or is that a meal with Port?
Our arrival and check in at the motel made us past the usual brunch times and finally we found a lovely and slightly deserted place with a sumptuous array of food!!
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