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Causeway View

CAUSEWAY VIEW Scotland’s west coast Untidy, uncivilized, ragged, Flings its hands Graspingly at the ocean: Its long bony green fingers, Its immediate mountains, Surprisingly close. Its suddenness Across the steel-grey dark sea With heavy clouds threatening From Beinn na Lice to here - Dark and Menacing. …………………………………………………………………………….. NOTE Standing on the Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland, you are only 13 miles west of the Scottish coast, which can appear dramatically out of the mist.

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