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IRELAND .. .Killmore Quay . . .Forlorn Point is not forlorn, it's charming, with tidy thatched cottages and walled gardens. I jot this watercolor from a phone booth during a downpour. The phone seems to work, so I call Sister Carmel's convent in Cork to see if I am still welcome, and she says yes, "Come soon!" On a back road, worn out, I stumble into an ancient cemetery, but can't read the. crumbled stones, held up by rambling vines. I feel comfortable here and nap dry in an ancient stone crypt, which feels like a rehearsal for my own death.
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