Life can't get much better than listening to Celtic music on a rainy night. These are the times when I know that I was a Celt in a previous birth. I mean, I can feel it. The magic, and pure mental and spiritual harmony.
Riding in the poring rain over the green Scottish hills for hours. The purity and timelessness of the magical Scottish highlands. The sound of distant bagpipes echoing through the glens. I won't say much more- it'll ruin the magic.
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