The Beautiful Kneeling of Seamus O'Brien
ACT I The churchyard stood between North Street and the harbor, a narrow ribbon of consecrated earth where the dead of Boston's Irish quarter were laid to rest. Sister Mary Clare moved along the gravel paths with her rosary beads passing through her fingers, each bead a small stone of devotion she rolled toward some unknown shore. She was twenty-six years old, born in County Mayo, brought to...
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