The top of the rocky coastline at Enniscorthy was covered with this long grassy stuff that was as soft and cushiony as a nice mattress. It was strange but fun to walk on. Maybe my dear brother-in-law, Paul, knows if it has a name other than grass. It must be awfully dangerous, as well, because there are signs saying, "Danger, becareful of blow holes."
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