Forgotten Story

She walks the cobblestone streets Avoiding any stranger she may meet Believing no one will ever save a seat for her She crosses the bridge with covenant locks Watching young couples as they walk Hoping no one will try to stop and talk to her Entering a river she could really soak in Leaving behind …

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Leaving Dublin

When I left Dublin a month ago, I didn't know why I was leaving. I didn't know where I would be when I got home. I didn't want it to end, but like all adventures do, it did. But I've had some reflection. I've been led. And I think that I'm where I'm supposed to be. I think I know what the next step is. I'm just trying not to rush it.