The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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26/6/2020 2 Comments Time with the TimelessIt was second summer in Ireland. Or that’s how I have come to think of it. A time which occurs in September, when as a child I would face the in-enviable chore of returning to school after the long summer holiday break. Those olden days of waking up, going out to play, returning for food, then out again until the evening arrived and my mother would call me in, would come to a saddening end. Late August was a time of trying on the school uniform to see how much the summer had grown me out of it, gathering up all of the copies and pens I could find and then an evening of wrapping the second hand books in wallpaper so they would stay good for my younger sibling or resale. I always remember the first few weeks of September as a time of sunshine and long wistful sighs as I gazed out the classroom window. Second Summer. The days haven’t gone dark and cold yet. There are still leaves upon the trees even though their Autumn colours are beginning to show. All across the nation the youth are engaged in education and now parents get time to just chill and relax right?
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