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…I know the stars, the flowers, and the birds,
The grey and wintry sides of many glens,

And did but half remember human words,
In converse with the mountains, moors and ferns.

Prelude

By John M Synge
(1871 – 1909)

Businesses are mixed in with houses and a woman who is
watching the bike shop hoping to rent a bike to an adventurous

tourist comes over and asks me the time. I look at my watch

and tell her it is 7

a.m. in Alabama so it

must be 1 p.m. here.

She looks startled

and I continue that I

hadn’t changed my

watch. She shakes

her head and thanks

me and we chat

about how beautiful

the island is. As I

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