Pasaia, Spain (by Sr. D. Javier de García)
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But now the moon like a white rose shone / In the pale west, and the sun’s rim sank, / And clouds arrayed their rank on rank / About his fading crimson ball: / The floor of Emen’s hosting hall / Was not level than the sea, / As full of loving phantasy, / And with low murmers we rode on…
-W. B. Yeats
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