I could talk about green puke today. That would be easy. There are a lot of green liquids floating in, through, and atop this city. But I won't do that. I won't ramble about all the drunks and the dye and the "Irish Pride"
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Instead I will simply sip my Jameson reminiscing about the summer that I ran the hills in County Donegal with my niece and nephew who understood what it was to celebrate Ireland. I will toast to them and that moment in time and all the awe and magic of a beautiful country that I can only hope to visit again some day.
Photo by Amanda. Words by Dustin.
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