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Song of the Bean-Fionn

Song of the Bean-Fionn by Shannon Connor Winward   We don’t know how it was my father drowned. He had no bruises, no tears on his clothes to suggest there’d been a brawl. He had no enemies, in any case. He didn’t drink. Perhaps an apoplexy took him as he bent to wash off the […]
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