The sound of the sea grumbled through the calm darkness of the dawn, a long broken sound wallowing on the white sand of the beach; the poisonous cold of a February morning was in the dark air; the sandbank by the road above the beach was shrouded with mighty black ghosts; the form of the earth slept, covered in darkness.


Poor People White Sand Terrible Thing Music Dancing Collect Story 
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© Liam O’Flaherty 1999

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  • A. A. Kelly

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