Mr. Atomic Red Boots goes to Peñalara

A sunlit day in the forest high on the mountainside, a young boy wearing big red boots walks among the trees..small birds chirp, the breeze stirs the pine-needles, there is no wolf to be seen..but who knows?..above the treeline, in the realm of the alpine..who or what may appear before our eyes, flitting across the snow-blanketed landscape, sliding over the snowpack and back, lower down, to the cover of pines..?

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Éireannach is ea mé, i mo chonaí insan Spáinn. Rugadh mé i lár na tuaithe, ar feadh blianta bhí mé ag teitheadh uaithi, i bhfad as an tuath, ach sa deireadh d'fhill mé, ar ais go dtí an tuath.. An Irishman am I, settled in Spain. Born was I in the middle of the country, for years I ran from it, far from the country, but in the end I returned, back to the country..
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