Dublin Gloom
<p>Dublin, did anyone ever know such a town? Open your nostrils, smell the religion, touch the filthy heart. Women and children sit in endless doorways, wanting your change. Hands and hearts stretched out your way — ”Giv’ somethin’ mister — I’m pleadin’ wid yer, just a little, the gods’ll be kind ta ya, mister.’</p>
<p>The god’s would not have put me at anchor outside this forlorn city had they been kind.</p>
<p>It was five a.m. when I stepped ashore. The early morning fog slid across rooftops, licking at windows, sliding down drainpipes until it caught in my throat and chilled my breath. By this evening the approaching storm will have wiped it away.</p>
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