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Beckett at the end of the world. Or: waiting for Laethanta Sona

A few days ago I found out on Irish Medieval History Facebook Page that “Irish monks invented the space between words”. This is a short story about an unusual Viking, a young, smart Irish monk and that invention…

They should have realized I was there simply by looking to the left side of the Bóithrín. Because the grass withered under my shadow. But they never see me. They don’t look, so they don’t see. The funny thing is that they see me where I’m not… I hadn’t been in Ireland since …

It’s named the Puffing Hole: the hole that snorts. It is one of the miracles of Àrainn’s west coast.