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Strange Times

Daydreaming, I used to imagine the atmosphere. Sirens, bomb shelters, airplanes, broken streets, children in shorts and ankle socks with no elastic, old women picking over the remnants of their life. Queuing, always queuing, for bread, or sugar, everyone groaning … Continue reading

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Journeys in Dublin: Night Streets

In the odd light that only close to midnight knows I am out for a walk, and I look at the the houses along the street. I begin to imagine, just as I do when I’m upstairs on the bus … Continue reading

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