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A corpulent wind of change blewacrossmy doorstepand the fantasticNigerian groomopened my heart's eyeto the spaces aroundmy ego,my tower,my force of ir..
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I live in An Ros or 'Rush', North Co. Dublin.
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I live near Na Sceiri or 'Skerries' in North Co. Dublin, Ireland
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The church pew perspiring with palmsnot far from bursting heartsspreading their red mercury cream outward.The dark lacey curtain split a sliver so dee..
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on being part of the big picture. pixel, letter, word, note, whatever.
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we're lucky we're notwe're lucky we arewe're lucky we're luckywe are lucky, so we are,definitely lucky;to be in the airto be in the fluxto be here and..
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I worried that the pot handlewould scald his little hand.This contemplation affectingthe seasoning,somewhatWhen the digits have stacked upsignificantl..
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The swan flapped on the water.everyone's heart rose.It was unofficially a sign of spring.the details were invisible in the airor against the skin,yet ..
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the idea that things look like they've stalled or got old etc. but that newness on the other side is all too good to discount, despite niggling doubts..
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http://dublin.ratemyarea.com/places/ismael-kebap-17119
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