Nearing the end of the journey, near Dublin. The rain pours outside the window of a cybercafe outside a beach outside the usual place and time. A hunger for home. Cold comforts. Or warm. The famine for the familiar. Daughter from Berlin flies here tomorrow. We headed this way just to spend even less than 24 hours with her.
Ours was not a typical tourists' travel.
Fine.
In fine.
Fine.
The rain.
The clock for the cafe fees tick on.
See you all more in these spaces soon.
Thanks for stopping by.
Laugh. Or...
Else.
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2 comments:
so were you not satistfied overall w/ ireland?
i'm interested to hear your opinion...i'm sure we agree on many things, being from the states and all. :)
-macoosh:)
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