by Peig Sayers I am an old woman now, sitting on my cloud remembering the Great Blasket. There were crowds of us just dying for a drop of cold tea and huddled together in a wind-swept house. I say ‘house’ but of course it was just an upturned currach made of rancid fish. We dreamed… Read more »
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