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Indomitable Irishry by Orla Broderick

My seanmháthair whispers soft dreams of bog cotton heads. She speaks from Ballyness, by the crossroads. Where women like me are. She speaks as Gaeilge. ‘Is thusa mo leanbh. Is thusa as mise. Is thusa as Tir Chonaill, as Danu.’ … Continue reading

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