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| frAnk |
sitting beside the stream, log burning fire warming us at the stick hut, the smell of rainbow trout hanging in the sunset air, we see a light at the top of hollyendontool, the hill of tall grass that overlooks the village. we talk about davis browne, his descent into madness. it beckons our presence. we go unafraid. arriving, there is a white dog waiting for us. a stray. friendly. we approach. she comes smiling. somehow we dance. moments later, after we contemplate the freedom that for this time we do not know the tortuous pain of a father losing his mind we turn to thank her. she is gone like white smoke. without a trace. but we know. and we remember. |
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