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It was just like Aunt Eulalie's "As long as
you're going shopping, would you just pick up something for me?"
Somehow she never remembered to pay for whatever it was, and
Scarlett
would bet Colum's Irish friends would turn out just as forgetful
"Tell me more about Ireland," she saidThere was plenty of coffee
left in the pot"Ah, it's a rare beautiful island," said Colum
softlyHe talked with love in his lilting voice about green hills
crowned with castles, of rushing streams rimmed with flowers and
leaping with fish, of walking between fragrant hedgerows in misty rain,
of music everywhere, of a sky
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It was just like Aunt Eulalie's "As long... 843 [Feb. 12th, 2010|04:03 am]
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It was just like Aunt Eulalie's "As long as
you're going shopping, would you just pick up something for me?"
Somehow she never remembered to pay for whatever it was, and
Scarlett
would bet Colum's Irish friends would turn out just as forgetful
"Tell me more about Ireland," she saidThere was plenty of coffee
left in the pot"Ah, it's a rare beautiful island," said Colum
softlyHe talked with love in his lilting voice about green hills
crowned with castles, of rushing streams rimmed with flowers and
leaping with fish, of walking between fragrant hedgerows in misty rain,
of music everywhere, of a sky
linkpost comment

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