Cuirim eochair i bpoll an téitheora agus casaim an chomhla ar tuathal — siar, siar, go dtí go gcloisim sileadh an uisce ag glugarnach as i mbraonta tiubha, an t-aer a bhí srianta scaoilte arís. Le clic and trice-tic, filleann cuisle an phíopa, ag tarraingt teas ar ais trí córas soithíoch an tí, trí fhéitheacha … Continue reading Tuathal (Counter-Clockwise)
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