The wind nearly blew us over.
Standing, bracing strong against the robust and unyielding Irish wind, my hands shook as I pointed my iPhone towards the stunning shore. The wind lifted the water into menacingly beautiful white caps, and as they broke against the pebbly shore, I shivered against the bright sun, squinted my eyes, and took in one more salty moment before the wind pushed us toward shelter.
Days like this, I dread the thought of leaving.
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