On the road somewhere between Cork and Bantry gave it this little pottery. Really not great. It was morning and the tiredness from the night before, put it in his bones. The other two had stayed in the VW bus - we had indulged myself in a Bed & Breakfast.
Since these two cups were: runny brown. Is this typical of the area? Dark brown beer - dark brown horse - dark brown wood on the gables - dark brown long hair of the companion. The old man spoke Gaelic road and a few broken German. Yes, yes, the common past against the British has probably a lifetime. Whether this love has so long? There
each morning for 20 seconds a trip to the land of gnomes, trolls, elves and fairies when I look at the two cups. No, this love of the past has not kept long, but it is the only one with which I am good feeling can remember. Others are forgotten. Perhaps because no cups to fit.
