Tag: Pope’s visit 1979
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#fridayflash Anywhere but Ireland
On this singular morning, the birdsong drills and pins the world by the scruff of it’s neck. It is easy to flee with the dawn, all impetus. The brine of the sea smells good. The ferry cuts through the water. The land retreats. I feel no nostalgia for round hills diminishing. There are children’s entertainers…
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