The night before Garua, Wednesday is the night of balaclavas
It was the night before Garúa, and all was dark in Maynooth, still there were the first arrivals in the nearby Dublin of Guaran’s. Lost and alone, they wandered the streets of Dublin town in hope, ears twisting towards every window with lights on, hoping for the vague sound of a muffled Troilo or as …
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