I tried to come here with the Dublin Bike (an easy and cheap way to rent a bike), but at the long last hill I simply give up and jump down.
A kind lady showed us the way.
At the end here in Dublin I'm always late. I run, but when I see the unexpected, I have to stop.
A feather on an old lady ear.
A child marks his territory touching a tree, a poster, a life belt, playing an invisible drum.
The warm full nest of a swan, in the middle of the Gran Canal.
ball pen on paper
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