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“I had always had a feeling for poetry. I could get drunk on lovely sensitive words and the different rhythm patterns…Sometimes the pattern was so loud and bold and clear that it made me almost sick with excitement. Sometimes it was a delicate thing of fine lines and tender shadows that brought a deep sweet sadness…” (182).

“Judy Ryan brought in an armful of early cabbages from the garden. Clusters of frost diamonds nestled in the wrinkles of its green leaves…There was a supper! Pale green colcannon light and fluffy as bogcotton and floating in good rich gravy…And the stuffing itself! Soul of onion, breath of thyme and smoothness of potato. That stuffing caressed your palate and glided down your throat…to your heart’s core”