The road to Cork Part 3 – Love

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Rocky island,  dreaded in a

darker night of dreams,

whispers a reprieve.

We taste the sea.

 

Then for just a flickered frame,

as we all fall in behind,

I feel you bear the corner of a

greater force than gravity.

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