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Abandoned, fractured, fragmented, carefully crafted yet weathered by time's brutal winds, found in a heap on the ground, set in Dublin, sitting there without any apparent use except for the inexplicable joy it gives me to gaze on from time to time, ignored by the public, bound for the dumpster if I don't pick it up and do something with it: oh my God, it's today's number, masquerading as an allegory for my novel!
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Abandoned, fractured, fragmented, carefully crafted yet weathered by time's brutal winds, found in a heap on the ground... this is Dublin.
Ah, so true. No wonder I keep coming back.
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