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In Beara [43]
In Beara
On soft mornings
when vanished water reappears
dividing a landscape by brook and bracken,
harsh to the touch, softened by mist
and always ready to turn your ankle...
Beware! You'll fall for it:
golden gorse and pink heather,
stoned coffins lined with moss,
starving for your flesh.
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