Pulling up flax after the blue flowers have fallen
And laying our handfuls in the peaty water
To rot those grasses to the bone, or building stooks
That recall the skirts of an invisible dancer.
Read MorePulling up flax after the blue flowers have fallen
And laying our handfuls in the peaty water
To rot those grasses to the bone, or building stooks
That recall the skirts of an invisible dancer.
Read MoreYesterday I attended the launch of Belfast’s first Design Week. It’s a very exciting concept that ultimately puts us on par with other cities, and it’s all happening very soon.
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