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Cemetery where Yeats and wife, George, were probably buried. Someone smarter than me suggested he was in France. There is a story about why. I won't tell it here.

The lovely people here are reading Yeats' poetry, in front of his grave. It was a lovely, reverent, closure to our visit.

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