By nightfall yesterday, glorious sunshine had given way to thick mists, encroaching deep inland from their watery origins. By morning, everywhere was swathed in wonderful white, visibility was down to a few yards, the islands had disappeared into a lost landscape and the beach had become a world of mystery and magic. 437 more words
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The more things change, the more things stay the same.
You can learn a lot about a culture by its art, and for the last two years, while working on my Master’s degree, I’ve been reading a lot of literature by the Anglo-Saxons and the Vikings. 518 more words