Saturday, 12 February 2011

I saw in my vision by night, and behold, the four winds of heaven were stirring up the great sea

We drove to the coast from Lisbon, to an old monastery with arches running to the drop down to the sea, with the wind pushing us nearer and nearer to the edge. It felt strangely barren, with weeds sprouting amongst the empty walls and the sprawl of empty farmland all around. Just as we were leaving a rainbow formed above us, which made me laugh too much to take a picture, and then we went to eat Portuguese pancakes and sleep some more.

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