There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir, We must rise and follow her; When from every hill of flame, She calls and calls each vagabond by name”
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use - silence, exile, and cunning.
James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
6 comments:
Awesome outfit!
I've often wondered if I could ever put on a dress like that and dance.
What a fun day that was! She was so spirited.
thank you ladies for stopping by.
Beautiful photo! What is the event? I see a Celtic cross off to the right.
thank Am! it was at a scottish festival, Tempest is playing in the BG.
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