E.B.O.O.K Seventeenth-Century Ireland (New Gill History of Ireland 3): Making Ireland Modern – The Quest For [E.P.U.B]

To make myself understood and to diminish the distance between us, I called out: “I am an evening cloud too.” They stopped still, evidently taking a good look at me. Then they stretched towards me their fine, transparent, rosy wings. That is how evening clouds greet each other. They had recognized me.