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Sunday, January 7th, 2007
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Gracie's Father was standing by the freshly lit fire when she awoke,
squeezing his mouse hair socks with the big toe holes against the wood
of the drying frame. The acorn shell wash basin sat rocking by his
side, filled to the brim with washing as steam rose elegantly from
within to brush the ...
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Sunday, January 7th, 2007
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Gracie and her father pushed through the undergrowth that surrounded
the castle and pulled apart a small clumb of grass that hid their little boat from the prying eyes. It sat with oars tucked into its sides, hidden away under some tightly
knotted brambles, disguised with a layer of brown flower peatals ...
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Monday, October 9th, 2006
I'd forgotten how lovely these sunny mornings of golf
were. I used to love the feel of crisp grass underfoot as the frost
tries to take hold but evaporates under the bright gaze of a September
sun, still dominant and holding court in the weeks before the clocks
go back. The way footprints of ...
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Wednesday, September 27th, 2006
The annual Laytown Racing meet was held today, and I decided to try my
luck. Wearing a long linen shirt loosely (if I'm going to lose it, it
might as well make it easy for the bookies) and light combat pants
into battle, I parked my car at Mum and Dads' drop in ...
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Wednesday, September 27th, 2006
I received one of those wonderful, bloody annoying con man emails
the other day, from an Oscar Simpson of The Royal Bank of Scotland.
Apparently, he is the account manager for a man who died on the
Concorde crash in 2001. In his emails he details how the unfortunate
man died without leaving a ...
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