By Cheeryoscuro


I only heard her name today, she was sitting looking at the teeming rain, Christy, the butcher, just out of shot, chatted to her. She was planning to head up to Cork today to get her hair done and staring ruefully at the fine, bloody day she had for it. She is a regular , I blipped her  early this year.   and again in the exact same seat five years ago .

One extra: I'm here

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