The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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1/5/2016 0 Comments A Grey Day The rain fell in sheets as was its manner in the green isle. The heavy clouds pressing themselves close to the land, speeding the waters' fall to the earth with their nearness. The storm had rolled in during the night and commenced its deluge. It was a day for big coats, warm hats or hoods, and a sturdy umbrella. He enjoyed the rain. As he donned his heavy long coat and turned the collar up around his thick neck he smiled ,remembering a line from a movie. The character's mother had told her that “god was in the rain”.
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