Ireland |
I started writing again about three years ago after a break of about twenty-five years. Sometimes I wonder what I wrote about back then in the prehistory of me. Words as lost as dinosaurs. Perhaps they persist. On floppy-disks at the bottom of landfills, in email accounts whose passwords are long forgotten, and in letters to friends whose addresses I no longer remember. But I shall never know. |
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