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When a man is tired of London, he’s tired of life.
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Ciara Ohartghaile
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Everything, Everywhere, Now
The last chords of the song finished as I pulled into the layby at the beach.
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This is the Best post ever
I sat on the edge of the bed, respite from the midday heat, with a bowl of still-warm apricot compote and cold yoghurt wondering could it get any better…
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Crying over a Necklace
I woke suddenly in the night realising with anxious panic that I’d left my necklace accidentally in a pocket and now that pocket was in the washing…
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Olive oil, Cellar Door
It was a surprising start to the week when I found myself in Bellaghy weeping over Seamus.
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June 2025

I want to take you to the island
But I'm soloing
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It's true, I love potatoes
I want to live in a lighthouse, climbing the winding stair in my moth-eaten wools to read at the ocean facing window by candlelight.
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Mystery, Magnets and Monotony
I fell in love with a girl once.
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Last night I dreamt of Cadhay.
It’s most likely the reason I woke up exhausted with half-finished vivid dreams swirling around my head and smashing into my brain like the tumultuous…
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May 2025

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