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1878: John – The Corn Mother 2/52

She was out there again last night. Walking the fields on her own. She thinks nobody has seen her but I have.

What’s she doing out there? You’ve got to let the land rest for the night if you want it to be bountiful. That’s what my grandmother told me. She’s not letting it rest, not letting it be.

I’m going to have to tell somebody. Maybe me mam, maybe Mr Smithwick. Something’s got to be done.


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