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Lambs playing in County Kerry, Ireland.
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The Kenmare Estuary - Ireland
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Rush hour in County Clare - Ireland
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We were trapped between a giant brown mountain and the giant blue sea. Whenever we sobered up...just a sense of hopelessness.
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I had to go somewhere to find the force. Somewhere dark and impenetrable.
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In the West of Ireland, they all smile in your face and stick the knife in your back. Survivors...every one of them.
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Rusty - Jack Russell Terrier and serial killer of sheep in the local area. - At the exact moment of his arrival from another quantum dimension.
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Feeling on top in County Kerry - Ireland
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Take a look at this picture. Tell me what you see.
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The holy place.
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Did they cry like us. And fight like us. Did they break each others hearts.
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I couldn't see what the tourists were paying to see. I was just biding my time to get the he'll out of there.
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The hungry place.
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The morning wash.
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A slice of Ireland.
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Older than any civilization.
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Is this a kind of magic?
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Don't stop me now. Cause Im havin a good time.
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Will somebody put on the kettle.
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Mam. Mam. I am crying out for you. I miss you.
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That's not true. Ime real. You are real. At least, I think we are.
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Do you think he might wash up one day.
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Love is....a good long scratch.
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You can't bate a bit of religion.
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We were all hungry. Every man, woman and child. The whole country was hungry. Starvin and wondering how to stay alive.
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We are ready for the despot.
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I sometimes ache to go back home, but my head always wins out and tells me - bad idea.
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Once the animals were gone, they ate the grass. Once the grass was gone, they ate each other.
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I ran down that mountain like a half starved lunatic, chasing the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
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What if no means yes?
