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05.29.13

All of Galway comes out on a sunny day. Freed of parkas and umbrellas, sunbathers line the banks. Young and old chatter in many tongues or translate to laughter or consternation, in this city of a thousand welcomes. A sombrero floats in the river, followed by lone beer tins. Gardai lick ice creams. There’s a nip to the wind, but no one seems to mind, here in the city of a thousand goodbyes.





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