The morning cold chills all over you just open your door, grab the bike that got shot, of course, at the gate of your garden, put each foot in place and start to pedal upwind. The p Elea all morning. The narrow streets will make their way, by your side buildings are going shorter and colorful mandatory (required to brighten the absence of sunlight). The gray skies threaten to put the hood, but you, continue your walk towards the cliffs. Get off the bike and throw it to the ground green. And you lie and you look out over the cliff, letting the sea breeze play with your hair.
I go to see the famous cliffs Irish this week ... Until the turn!
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