One small year

Just twelve months ago, I was bemoaning my fate – trapped in lovely Ireland with Girly Girls and Manly Men and an overabundance of Irish indulgence.

How much – and how little – has changed. Then again, isn’t this sort of revelation why I went in the first place?

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~ by jackelopette on September 4, 2007.

 
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