A irish man of Kildare, a son, a brother, he's humble and kind. Gentle man who toils the soil with his dearest father. Mother Maureen, watches over him and Susan, create a garden of love. They walk through meadows of green, filled with the irish air, and later watch the moon rise over the horizon.
Michael Cochrane ©
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