![]() ![]() It was a book that others had recommended. ![]() So I thought of myself at least, until I picked up the hardcover book that a friend (most improbably acquired, of course) brought to my house one evening. And perhaps that is why I accept fantastical stories of others with the nonchalance of one who knows all too well that truth can be stranger than fiction. If someone had told me 3 years ago that I would be living in the location and manner in which I now actually do, I would not have believed it. Too many things and people manifesting at pivotal moments, as if out of thin air.Īnd there isn't much I can say in retort, because really I agree. ![]() The landscapes are overly dramatic the weather conditions impossibly dismal the locations unrealistically remote the colours overly saturated the stone cottages too stone-cottagey! Even meeting people here has been marked with a fatalism normally reserved for fairy tales. Since my move to Ireland, more than a few people have told me that my stories, photos, and whatever glimpses of my living circumstances that my writing offers, come across as fantastically improbable. ![]()
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