Roberta Muir

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But I was thirteen or so and I knew in my heart and soul I had to flee. I crept onto one of those ships in the darkness. I am telling this best I can. It’s long ago, before America. I was among the destitute, the ruined and the starving for six weeks. Many went overboard, that’s how it was.
Days Without End: AN IRISH TIMES BEST IRISH BOOK OF THE 21ST CENTURY
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