Co Kilkenny By me, Anna Wills
"Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top."
-Virginia Woolf
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People so many people.
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Par moi!
Little wooden houses under Denmark,
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Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
James Joyce
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Galway Bay-
“Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.”
James Joyce
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" Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England"-
Virginia Woolf
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"I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real
adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.”
― James Joyce, Dubliners
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"The will to do, the soul to dare,"-Sir Walter Scott
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Scotland.
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Góðan daginn Ísland!
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In a world that sometimes lacks color, it's nice to trace trace the highlights.
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Es ist Bremen, der Land mit vielen menchen, laufen, und sehen, mit rad fahren.
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“One feels even in the midst of the traffic, or waking at night, Clarissa was positive, a particular hush, or solemnity; an indescribable pause; a suspense before Big Ben strikes. There! Out it boomed. First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air"- Miss Dalloway, Virginia Woolf.
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Copyright- Anna Wills Edinbrugh.
“Shut your eyes and see.”
― James Joyce
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Copyright- Anna Wills. Strala day.
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Madrid.
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Dublin,
reading James Joyce certainly is having an influence over me.
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"crude sunlight on her lemon streets. Moist pith of farls of bread, the froggreen wormwood, her matin incense, court the air. Belluomo rises."- James Joyce, Ulysses, page 35, 210.
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