the rushing of the Dodder river outside the window, the river flowing on to Ballsbridge. Relaxed sound of the water falling over a weir.
A friends house in Dublin, on the river side, not of the big river Liffey, but of the little Dodder.
It is seven in the morning, all are still sleeping, two boys and their parents, old friends.
Seven magpies in the trees on the other side of the roaring dodder, the window was open all night to let the sound in.
Seven magpies, a crow, a couple of pigeons.
And the weather is lovely and clear, clean and bright.
All is quiet outside.
between Rathfarnham and Terenure.
The post woman delivers the mail, and as she turns her back the dogs begin to bark. The two spaniels, brown and white.
Get up, wash the face, dry it and get dressed.
There is only April Fools day, and Lornas wedding day left of this holiday, then it will be over and a return to the cold and ordered Landshut.
A friends house in Dublin, on the river side, not of the big river Liffey, but of the little Dodder.
It is seven in the morning, all are still sleeping, two boys and their parents, old friends.
Seven magpies in the trees on the other side of the roaring dodder, the window was open all night to let the sound in.
Seven magpies, a crow, a couple of pigeons.
And the weather is lovely and clear, clean and bright.
All is quiet outside.
between Rathfarnham and Terenure.
The post woman delivers the mail, and as she turns her back the dogs begin to bark. The two spaniels, brown and white.
Get up, wash the face, dry it and get dressed.
There is only April Fools day, and Lornas wedding day left of this holiday, then it will be over and a return to the cold and ordered Landshut.
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