Great hosts of basking sharks and shoals of mackerel, like breathren in the one Creation, swam together in the seas around Loop Head Point, free of those long-standing habits of predation whereby the larger fellow eats the small. In Kilkee church, two girls saw statues move. Lights appeared and disappeared and reappeared from Doonaghboy to Newtown and the dead were seen perched (...)
Poetry
Argyle’s Retreat
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