Tag: Stephen O’Hanlon
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Waiting on a meadow of hay, watching the time roll away
“Just as quickly as it started, the firing stopped, and a terrible silence hung over the valley. A lone figure lay on the roadside, in the drizzling August rain. A hurried, whispered act of contrition and the firing breaks out again”. If you are a long time supporter of this space, thank you, firstly, but,…