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Shane O'Mara's avatar

Gosh. My home town. It's so damn wet; the rain from the Atlantic a constant in my youth. Rain, rain, rain. It's lovely when the sun shines. But the rain... I don't live there anymore, but visit regularly. It's sufficiently far from the capital that it has an independent cultural life of its own. And some brilliant bookshops (Charlie Byrne's in particular), and some great art galleries. And great food. And terrible traffic. And lots more. But the rain...

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Micah Elizabeth's avatar

Thoor Ballylee is on my list of places to see. I love Yeats. My favorite of his his poems is A Drinking Song, inspired by his unrequited love.

Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That’s all we shall know for truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you, and I sigh.

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