Wednesday, January 25, 2006
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Snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. ... -- from The Dubliners by James Joyce


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