Open a larger version of the following image in a popup:"I also wanted one piece of ground: / Once city trapped by hills. One urban river. / An island in its element. / So I could say mine. My own. / And mean it." -Eavan Boland, "The Lost Land"
"One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told."