Mound of the Hostages, The Hill of Tara

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The sun was setting over the vast expanse of the ocean, casting a warm golden light across the waves as they gently lapped at the shore. Seagulls soared overhead, their cries echoing through the crisp evening air as the tide began to rise. The salty scent of the sea filled the lungs, invigorating and refreshing all who breathed it in.