This story was told by the son of a woman who witnessed it.
There was a house in the area in front of which was an apple tree.
The woman often laid her baby out on this slab in
the fresh air.
The mother went out to talk to her but it was as if the woman did not see her so she turned towards the house. Before she entered she took one last look, realising that the keening had stopped. There was no one there and no where that she could have gone without being seen.
This was the only time that she made an appearance.
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