I ran up the road as soon as I caught a glimpse of the jagged, rocky shoreline. Dan was laughing hard as he tried his best to keep up, but I couldn't hear. I was wild with emotion as I approached the cliffs. I was finally there, really truly. It was a sight that I will recall forever, as I laid my eyes upon the green banks.
The great Cliffs of Moher need no grand explanation or written gesture. The wind whistles high above the sea & carries the crashing sound of water in echoes. The ocean stretches endlessly into the horizon from the perch of the cliffs & ripples into the rising fog. We were smitten upon the winding path, completely taken with the green surrounding us, making each moment last slowly.
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