Summerland Cove (richly drawn)
© lokepub
Epigraph
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there . . .
“The Lake Isle of Innisfree,” W. B. Yeats
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