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I wrote to you there, from the edge of the plain. over hallow grounds where the western winds arrive to find rest in the river bed. I wanted to close my eyes and meet you there. in the home we built from our tangled limbs. to ebb and flow in the ever changing motion of the tall grass, as you trace the lines in my palm and remind me how I will always find my way back to you.
I wrote to you there.
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“with a neglected bomb and a stovetop on
stack of newspapers and an ashtray
those dead echoes get lost in your ears
but the rhythm remains
while we burn beneath the same sun”
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took my time with every step Inside
eyes closed to a distant world
and after all this time
it still haunts me ill
what the wind held in now lies cold and still
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m.
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My 6th wedding in Northern Ireland, on my 8th visit here. Over the years, this place has become a home away from home. It holds some of my most cherished memories in the last decade of my life. From my very first visit almost 10 years ago, til now - this country, and more importantly the people here, always give me something to take back with my departure. Something intangible that I can’t quite explain. But it always leaves me standing there for a minute, in silence, wondering how it is that this is apart of my journey to take.
@craig_kirkpatrixk and @naomi4kirkpatrick on a rainy Brookeborough day, in County Fermanagh
