The one you enigmatcally titled "Maidens dancing at the Crossroads"

That was a link to a picture based on something Big Al said; no point other than a visual take on the romance of it all, assuming that's what he was getting at. Clicking on the link now, it doesn't work. Here it is again:

Maidens dancing at the Crossroads

Looking for the image, I came across this poem in connection with it with I find deeply affecting...

She was a summer dance at the crossroads.
She was a card game where a nose was broken.
She was a song that nobody sings.
She was a house ransacked by soldiers.
She was a language seldom spoken.
She was a child's purse, full of useless things.

[Michael Hartnett (1941-1999), "Death of an Irishwoman," in Staying Alive: Real Poems for Unreal Times, ed. Neil Astley]