The Morrigan’s hole
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I drove across Ireland today beneath quilted clouds of grey. The only other colour in the world was green, and that was drenched in gloom.
Spits of wind lifted leaves onto the car. There was no swirling. From plough-black fields lone crows rose and fell. Above Strokestown hundreds of jackdaws swarmed. On village main streets solitary […]