Irish Halo Nonet
Irish Halo Nonet
by Kevin T. McEneaney
Franks complained of the Irish tonsure,
correct Easter calculation,
and insistence on penance
during medieval times,
yet adopted Irish
architecture.
Tonsure ran
ear to
ear.
Irish Halo Nonet
by Kevin T. McEneaney
Franks complained of the Irish tonsure,
correct Easter calculation,
and insistence on penance
during medieval times,
yet adopted Irish
architecture.
Tonsure ran
ear to
ear.
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