Five Thousand New Zealand Dollars.

Yesterday the man came to fix my electric gate, which was, as it turned out, damaged by water – probably during the cyclone while I was in Palau. It had not been working when I returned. 

He saw my Honda.  "Nice bike", he said. "-"
"Five thousand New Zealand dollars" I said.

About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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