I see patterns in my life. Patters that I can't stop from repeating.
Today's pattern is a desire to go to Ireland. To walk on the shore, visit the ruins, and squish my toes in the dirt. That last one seems truly Irish to me for some reason. Pink toes squishing in green grass and rich brown dirt. with a gray sky in the distance.
I long for Ireland in the fall. I don't know why. I've never been. When the weather turns cold and the leaves start to turn, it's all I can think about.
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