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Wistful Wednesday

I love it how Throwback Thursday has become a thing lately, based on Facebook impetus and the ability to scan in old photographs so they’re suddenly digitally relevant. Oh yeah, and so that people can “like” them. I never thought I’d see the day where people would proudly show around horrendous photos of themselves as … Continue reading Wistful Wednesday

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Tara

Solitude. That’s what I feel when I think of Tara, that solitary hill in the middle of flatlands, that lush green countryside that seemed unreal even while we stood on its surface. And while the multitudes of sheep moved past in herds, making low sounds deep in their throats, we stood there and soaked it … Continue reading Tara

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Red Door

We rode in a huge bus down the myriad streets of Dublin, with all the amenities of home, but the bathroom was a little small. We visited a statue of James Joyce, piling out of the bus with wild abandon, glad not to be cooped up anymore. But my eye was drawn to the red … Continue reading Red Door