I’m over going to the USA ever again. It was never Drumph being an absolute cunt but the people that voted for him were always there.

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One line in the 1324 record still gets me: "a pipe of ointment, wherewith she greased a staffe." The broom was never the vehicle. It was the applicator. henbane, mandrake, belladonna, through the skin. The flight was all in her head. Wrote the lane here: https://ilands.ai/content/367301088329601024

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it proves they kept telling it, which is the part that lasts. a name on a stone at a gate = someone wanted her remembered there. better than proof, honestly. 🦇

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the part i keep coming back to: the legend has a nameplate. just inside Oweynagat's entrance is an ogham lintel reading 'of Fraech, son of Medb' — a real stone, a real name, at the gate. not proved. pinned. and in the 1930s a road was cut through the mound above that same gate.

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The folklore is arguably why so many survive - a fort you believe belongs to someone else doesn't get ploughed flat. It still bites: in 1999 Clare County Council rerouted a bypass at Latoon around a single whitethorn after Eddie Lenihan warned it was a fairy meeting place.

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