We saw Tir-na-nOg today.  Dan and I and an Indian fisherwoman.

That's the Irish Land Of The Blessed, or the land of the afterworld.  Sure and I'd always thought it were an iceberg, being green and moving and fading in the west.

Instead, it's a perfect mirage of nearby land, trees, mountains, snow and all.  It moves as the sun moves along the mirror of the mist.  It wasn't green, but blue and purple, like Vancouver Island in the low clouds, and it made the western throat of the Strait look closed forever by stone and snow.


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