The image was a chance view from the passenger seat of a car. It was a simple few kilometers from home yet Ireland seemed to hearken.
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My policing career took art infused veins to every crisis. Upon approach I needed to see the small, apparently insignificant, cues. Each layered crises was a snapshot and, as the crisis concluded, I became a layer embedded in some stranger's memory. Today I write to unfold layers of my memory. Today I seek beauty beyond the fog of my memories. JT Murphy, graytuft.com View all posts by graytuft.com