awaken in Ireland, in the hills behind Lismore, in the brother's house, a grey sky and green fields outside. The son awake, now playing with his cousins. He comes in to check on his father, happy to be with his cousins, he suddenly fluent in English. He who forgets every word when the teacher asks.
a humid grey day in the green Irish countryside, children playing in the sitting room, all in order, all peaceful.
Yellow gorse in front of the window.
The mountains lost in the fog.
holiday
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