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Jun 2019
Soda bread was baked in a
bastable ***, the lid inversed,
covered with glowing embers
over a turf fire, in the hearth.

At the table, my grandfather
held it with his left hand and
shoulder, as a violin, cutting back
and forth with a knife, like a bow.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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