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Sitting and typing as the slow trickle cascades against the pale cast rim, I ask what's after bringing me here. Before we leave I wonder is it worth it; then realising it always is. No matter the grand or luxury of the night before, my people are worth more. Their presence is a force within each and every one of our inherent Gaelic being that cannot be quantified. Here's to that.
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Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC
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Sitting and typing as the slow trickle cascades against the pale cast rim, I ask what's after bringing me here. Before we leave I wonder is it worth it; then realising it always is. No matter the grand or luxury of the night before, my people are worth more. Their presence is a force within each and every one of our inherent Gaelic being that cannot be quantified. Here's to that.
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Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC
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