“~Awakened, made it through the veils of pitch, threaded with wars, flags and tribal intolerance; fixed on the horizons of my mind~” — Aine MacAodha Copy Share Image
“~Often in the music of the wind in some stony place recalled to mind neglected tombs that now are seldom traced hold celtic knots… — Aine MacAodha Copy Share Image
“~Awakened, made it through the veils of pitch, threaded with wars, flags and tribal intolerance; fixed on the horizons of my mind~” — Aine MacAodha Copy Share Image
“Into this November air a supernatural force draws me to it like a magnet” — Aine MacAodha Copy Share Image
