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The Fields Are Empty

Friends, To see the above panoramic picture on my Google+ profile, simply click this link:  https://plus.google.com/u/0/+BrianAhern/posts/K9kQ4rYMNvj?pid=6242714953647274226&oid=100095589267771210840 Best, BA PS It's was taken by me in County Kerry, Ireland.

Babbling Brook (7)

The liberal intelligentsia of the city was out in force and anyone who spoke against the spectacle would be trolled to death. A man in an oubliette was reading Winter's Heart from memory. At a window in a motorway motel, a pair of curtains closed. The red door of the City Arms pub opened onto the January morning. Plain trails and a crescent moon adorned the sky. He spotted nests in the bare trees. Lord Viscount Avonmore, Lord Chief Baron of the Exchequer, passed by in his limousine. She headed down to Foshbury Palace to see Walking to the Graveyard. It was back by popular demand. After the show, she bedded down in the cave of the seven sleepers. "Depart thou to Hades," she told the clamper the next morning when she went to get her car. She was sick to the back teeth of redundant bureaucratic practices and duplicative functions. One morning on the bus he conceived of a comedian whose catchphrase would be: "Ooh, me nerves!" He overheard someone say that B...