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Samhain šŸ•ÆšŸ‘»

The reflection was strange

neither human or ghost but something in-between.


The candle flickered

though the air was still

and the night so heavy with darkness it seemed all mortal things had been sucked into the otherworld.


She reached out her hand to the windowpane

to try feel something more substantial than her dreams

yet the figure never moved,

never changed

and it's strange eyes stared out into the very depths of her soul.


Somewhere in her tangled thoughts she knew she should be afraid

but there was no fear

only a strange familiarity,

a deep longing

and a lilting song that played over and over..


Ɓine McGarry šŸŒž

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Hi Everyone!

 

I'm Áine, the custodian of Trohanny Cottage, 1839c authentic traditional thatched cottage and animal farm in County Meath, Ireland.  Welcome to our website where you can read blogs of life past and present, listen to audios of excerpts from my books, catch up on the adventures of our four legged "Welcoming Committee" or book a unique short stay in this special place.

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