Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Dublin Seagulls
Ok a few short weeks ago, on Mary Street, a great big Seagull, robbed a sandwich from out my hand. I think I can take that. But this morning, after buying a cheeseburger on Grafton Street, it gets robbed too.
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