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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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03.11.14

The first sunny, warmish day of spring. Galway glints. Groundskeepers nibble ice creams and demoiselles sprawl on bedsheets set in the grass. Wood pigeons, coupled, swoop from tree to tree while lolling-tongued dogs lollop among bright bulb-flown flowers. Above all, the pale moon swells in a cloudless blue sky.




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