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This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

however, ive started looking at the more human aspects of irish history recently, particularly in regards to joseph mary plunkett. he was one of the leaders of the 1916 easter rising who was executed in kilmainham gaol afterwards. the night before he was executed, he got married to his wife, Grace Gifford. Hours before he was executed. He, as did many other people, gave up their lives for something they valued deeply. Irish independence. Something that people had been trying to achieve for centuries.

In 1986, Jim McCann wrote a song in the perspective of Joseph Plunkett speaking to Grace Gifford. its such an emotional song to me.

"Oh, Grace, just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger

Theyll take me out at dawn and I will die.

With all my love, I place this wedding ring upin your finger.

There won't be time to share our love, for we must say goodbye."

People gave up their lives. Even one life is massively important; many lives are so, so impactful. to me, it feels like a disservice to not make an effort to preserve the irish language when people gave up their lives to keep a piece of this country alive. something so important to them. something so important to me as well.

i dont exactly know what the point im trying to make here is. im just rambling somewhat incoherently. i am perhaps slightly too emotional about this, but i dont see it as a particularly bad thing. people are important. history is important. culture is important to me.

also irish is just very fucking poetic. "tá ocras an domhain orm" THE HUNGER OF THE WORLD IS UPON ME. also im pretty sure that the irish word for a ladybird translates directly to "gods small cow"..? i may have made that up idk.

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