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The room, the fire, and what comes out of it
Eighteen photographs from an ordinary week. Tap any of them to see it properly.
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Most evenings, from the pass
Turbot, off the bone, eight minutes rested.
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The hearth at half four, before anyone arrives.
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Rhubarb from Ballycotton. It will be gone in a fortnight.
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Forty-two days, and worth every one of them.
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The cellar, set for twenty-two.
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Friday. Somebody said yes.
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