Still arm in arm, Amanda and I walked around the outside of St Stephen’s Green. This was path I knew well, as on many a Sunday I had joined with the dozens of other painters who set up an impromptu gallery and hung paintings on the railings. Never when it was after dark though. The street lighting here at night was dim and that was a comfort, a protecti…
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