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The Táin Mist
Bathed in the ethereal embrace of spring mist, the Cooley Mountains rise – ancient sentinels veiled in a hazy dawn. Slieve Foye, a distant giant, watches over this landscape steeped in myth and memory. For those who call Dundalk home, for those who have traced its rugged paths, this range resonates with a profound connection, a silent language spoken through the shifting veils of light and shadow. The Táin Mist captures this fleeting tranquility, a poetic whisper of the land that soothes the soul and binds us to its enduring spirit.