Walking Home Along the Liffey After the Longest Day of the Week
Why I stopped taking the bus on bad days and started walking the quays instead, and what the river taught me about putting a day down.
Siobhan Kelly
@siobhan.poemsShort poems about long days. Dublin, rain, and small kindnesses.
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