“St. Brigid’s Island perched like a jagged accident above the water, all grass and rock, no beach to ease the passage of a boat, no harbor to shelter it once there. Twelve miles west of Ireland, at times nearly impossible… — Lisa Carey Copy Share Image
“St. Brigid’s Island perched like a jagged accident above the water, all grass and rock, no beach to ease the passage of a boat,… — Lisa Carey Copy Share Image
“A girl is there. Dressed in a dirty rag of a dress, turning to look at him with the large, gold eyes that have… — Lisa Carey Copy Share Image
