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| kinsale, back then... |
earlier in the evening the air was full of ireland. it must have been the combination of rain, wind from the sea and smoke from the trash pyres, and maybe even the felted hat i put on when fetching the mail. for a moment i looked only at my feet and felt exactly like i was in kinsale again. a longing to be there burst out of my heart and flooded my guts, i haven't felt it so strongly in a long, long time.
strange things, scents.
