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“The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.”
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“Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.”
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“Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.”
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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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Little alleyway
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The Winding Stair
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A different kettle of fish altogether
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Nine Crows and two Seagulls
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“But we are living in a skeptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age;
Rona's whereabouts:
Insomnia
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Evening falls
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The sky-blue bicycle
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Dublin street
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Temple Bar
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Old Storehouse
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Enter
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A Dublin street
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Edges and corners
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Horner Eck
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Bremen houses
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Lincoln Place
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Bremen architecture
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Dublin street
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Two Dublin doors
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Main Post Office Bremen
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Bremen Marketplace
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Wanderlust
Rona's whereabouts:
Bremen
Rona's whereabouts:
Not old, old, older, new
Rona's whereabouts:
Water tower
