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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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12.23.12

From the car, I spy the rising hills in their caul of darkening fog. The lights of a lone house by the long lake. Winter in Leitrim: radio turned up so, telly in the background, the din of idle patter - these keep the pauses, the fearsome silence, at bay.





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