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Italy

        There‚Äôs a mama and her boy across from me; on his feet happen to be the tiniest, cutest pair of Crocs I ever did see. I stare at and study their tininess. Breaking in stare I immediately have an urge to get back on my phone, an urge that I fight […]

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Ireland

    You get cities with aged, torn open streets.     The water, the mud; settling a black reflection of faces in puddles trapped inside these cracks.    Pink flower petals blown over sneakers, graffiti from the ignored seems surprisingly optimistic, sprayed over metal, sprayed over a Guy Fawkes masked hooded figure spelling, “Happy.” “Pussy […]