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Cèilidh for Angus

Cèilidh for Angus by Kersten Christianson To a canticle of wind and juncos, squalls trip across a sullen ocean an errant curtain hop- scotches across the sill of an open window. I want no somber dirge, no plodding funeral song. Instead, the screaming banshee of a wicked fiddler, of more hair than voice, of ear […]
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