The Cross-ing

As we were driving we drove through a valley where two crosses had been erected to commemorate the victims of the potato famine. The story goes that once the people had crossed the country to the west coast looking for transportation to North America, they found they had no means of buying the tickets they so desperately needed. As they were heading back they realized they had given up everything and were returning to nothing. So they sat down and waited for the inevitable darkness. It was a truly humbling experience.

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