As soon as their master crossed the yard, it was clear
his voice sounded like flowers,
Lovable, lazy carrying greenswards towards
Beatsy, her daughters Ruby and Judy
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Áine, I just love the way you have introduced Abhaile. And indeed “There is no place like home” Reading this makes me feel like I'm standing on Cnoc Gréine.
this is, for me, a favourite amongst your work.