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"The nuns sang during Benediction. One nun sang like a lark. Her voice was different from all the others singing, "Mother, Mother, I am coming," and I cried for my own mother. I thought of the day we sat in the kitchen and watched the lark take the specs of sheep's wool off the barbed wire and carry it off to build her nest."

-- The Country Girl

My first painting of a living "great Irish writer."
I heard her speak in Philadelphia ten years ago and was smitten. Finally, here she is.

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