Deir daoine Ă©agsĂșla gur dia a rinne mĂ© ach nĂ chuimhin liom aon dia a fheiceĂĄil agus mĂ© ag fĂĄs anĂos. Chonaic mĂ© mo thuismitheoirĂ…
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Spring sunlight lands on them precisely, like the light and shade of those Impressionist paintings you loved. And I came to love them. Here the…