The Irish WomanAn Irish woman stands on the hillside, overlooking the coast. Her hair is loose, whipping around her as the wind blows. Her eyes stare out at rolling, grey sea, searching intently, but also in vain. The yearned-for boat has not come today.The Irish Woman
An Irish woman stands on the hillside, overlooking the coast. Her hair is wet with the heavy rain, sticking stubbornly to her rosy cheeks. Her eyes stare out at a stormy, dark sea, searching. Always searching. And always in vain. The yearned-for boat has not come today.
An Irish woman stands on the hillside, overlooking the coast. Her hair is tied back with a yellow ribbon, with h
| I'm a bit of a fan of different things at different times. Following this is like watching my mind as I am a fan girl of one thing one day, and of another the next. I think I finally just started favoriting things that looked like characters in my stories... |
I think it's time I move on.....forever...
Sadness
--Rosie
--
Member of:
//~adComunity
//~templateartists
//~=WebMagic
--
First person: "My world is crashing down."
Second person: *holds palm up to sky. "No, it seems to be pretty stable."
--
Member of:
//~adComunity
//~templateartists
//~=WebMagic
Previous Page12345...Next Page