There is a valley in Ireland called the Glenn Bolcain. It has four gaps to the wind, a breezy bay, bogs to the north, blue hills to the south, larks in the air and healing herbs in every cleft and cranny. Each year the madmen of Ireland congregate there to drink from the holy well and eat watercress and young nettles. They rush to the valley of
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