One daze at a time...

By Raheny_Eye

The comfort of familiarity

Now, that's an Irish summer I can identify with. 
No sweating. No risk of losing the sunglasses. No fiddling with bottles of sunscreen. No wondering if I look daft in those flipflops. No ice-cream melting faster than you can lick it. No overcrowded beaches. 

No hope. No harm.
Just another false alarm. 

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