"Am i walking into Eternity along Sandymount Strand"
"What manner of shells be these, Barnacle meet Nora"
Amor Matris. The phrase means "love of mother" in Latin, but in two possible senses: the mother's love of her child, or the child's love of its mother.
“The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.”
"Father son meeting". . . each contemplating the other in both mirrors of the reciprocal flesh of theirhisnothis fellowfaces."
“I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”
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