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Seagull in Ireland

How those fires burned that are no longer, how the weather worsened, how the shadow of the seagull vanished without a trace. Was it the end of a season, the end of a life? Was it so long ago it seems it might never have been? What is it in us that lives in the past and longs for the future, or lives in the future and longs for the past? And what does it matter when light enters the room where a child sleeps and the waking mother, opening her eyes, wishes more than anything to be unwakened by what she cannot name?

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“No Words Can Describe It” by Mark Strand, which you’ll encounter in his final, excellent book Almost Invisible.

The picture was taken on the Southern coast of Ireland.