Dublin

2014 Grateful 38

His name was McCarthy. Stephen, I think. Or was it Patrick? No matter. It was definitely McCarthy. And he was definitely Irish. Considering I was

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A flight of fancy

I can’t ever remember being in Donabate. But then again, given what my memory is like, I’m open to correction. No doubt even more years

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Grateful 2

I’ve been in Ireland since Wednesday and have been on an emotional rollercoaster for most of it. This has been my longest absence in years

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Chapter One

Some of my questions are never answered because they are never asked. Some of my questions have never been born. Then some questions pop up

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