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There’s something about ports, boats, and lighthouses that draws me in like a moth to a flame. It’s horrifically ironic considering I have these vivid memories of days-long seasickness off the coast of Maui from a snorkelling adventure gone awry when I was eighteen. It sincerely taints my lifelong aspirations of sailing. Every time I
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a weekend in Dublin, learning to appreciate whiskey and beer from Guinness, Jameson, and Teeling.
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one post at a time I’ve probably had a half dozen blogs over the past decade, but none of them survived past this initial stage of draft, set, post. I think it’s because I was so determined that this had to be about something, rather than it just being for me. So, here’s to the
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