awake to the terrible sound of the forgettin alarm on the sons mebite phone. He leans over his side of the bed, and the sonnet stops.
at five minutes later, the same sound> get up, turn off all off the alarm sounds on the more, that that may not happen. again. It is six in the morning.
look out over Dublin bay, The lights of the city to be seen behind those steamy windows.
Then back to bed again, tired, the son has fallen back to sleep.
Later, hear the brother and his wife, up aud about, preparing for the journey to the west of Ireland.
Join the brother at the table, with the news on the computer.
Another day in Ireland, art and notu.. to write these notes,
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