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Gulls in Howth harbour
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Boat in Balscadden Bay
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The sky-blue bicycle
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Temple Bar
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Dublin street
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Edges and corners
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A Dublin street
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Lincoln Place
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Dublin street
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Dublin Castle
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Three birds
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Two Dublin doors
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Overcast with a chance of rain
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Bar with a view
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“But we are living in a skeptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age;
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A different kettle of fish altogether
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Killiney Bay
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The Winding Stair
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Joyful Melancholy
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The Art of Life
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Rocky Shore
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“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
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“Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.”
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Clouds over Velvet Strand
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“The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.”
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Bite of Life