Muscle
It's marching season in Northern Ireland. Most of the North empties itself of its Catholics and peace loving Protestants into the Republic until it's over . It's like the KKK flexing its muscle at home. Instead of the white robes, they wear suits and bowler hats and big medals like yolks around their necks. But, they will be the only people on the streets. There's no one there to cheer them on. An eerie quiet sets the rattle of the snare echoing off the whitewashed houses and glancing off the distant hills.
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# 1 get some pics over to you boasting of my accomplishments here at the corner of warner and gould
# 2 get my but over to your side of the world for a visit..
i'll get to the photos this week and have already started the savings account for fall travels. lot's of kisses from the hood...leppy