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August 16, 2005
Reminisces of West Cork
So today I meet someone who gets me thinking all about Ireland again.
The way it's normal to rent a house that comes furnished. Christmas. Lent. Long sleeves in the summer. Walks with A at sunset. Rounds and more rounds. Stars everywhere. Cows. Yachts. Gourmet cheese and fusion food at the restaurant in Glandore. Dancing lessons. Failed attempts to launch my kite at the beach where they race horses.
"How was Ireland?," the stranger asks, with no intent to care.
Posted by Dipika at August 16, 2005 6:29 PM
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