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October 2016, vol 12 no 3

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Ruth Holzer

Night Crossing


I couldn’t afford a berth on the Innisfallen, so I lay on deck, hunched into my sleeping bag, beneath the moon and stars. Many a time did crew members Johnny, Danny, Kevin and Mick, together and separately, stop by and offer me the key to a private cabin. I would be much more comfortable there. No one would bother me, no one would know, safe as houses, word of honor.

daybreak
through the rainbow mist
Shandon bells


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