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Love this post, Mary. I remember once talking to my cousin (who shares my Irish heritage) about the fact that I seem incapable of listening to "Be Thou My Vision" or any other incarnation of that hymn without beginning to weep. "It's old music," he said. "It's in your blood." So true...so true...


You know why bagpipers walk across an island while they play?
To get away from the noise.
I miss you in Mason Neck while I'm in the crystal clear desert nights.

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