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The Sea
My father worked in Ballymore and came down in the evenings on the train, in a wordless fury,...
Four Thousand Weeks
When you finally face the truth that you can’t dictate how fast things go, you stop trying to...
The Asra
Every day so lovely, shining,up and down, the Sultan’s daughterwalked at evening by the...
The Machine Stops
“And even the lecturers acquiesced when they found that a lecture on the sea was none the less...
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