From The Ghosts of Dunmail Raise
I saw the heavens spread out in perfect reverse replica and in the centre of the vision were seven stars that shone brighter than the rest, and one of the seven surpassed even the others. The crown of King Dunmail, hung in the deep heavens of that reflected sky, and the ghost wanted me to retrieve it.
I stood crowned with the stars of heaven, and it seemed good to me.
And every time I stop at that cairn, I listen to the dumb sheep bleating, and, taking a deep breath of mountain air, I lift my eyes to the hills, for now we have something to talk about.
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