Martina Moriarty (15/04/1964 / Kerry)
Where is it that you've got to be!
after all this time...
A golden ticket worthless to the living?
Priceless to the New-Born dead.
people everywhere...and nowhere?
It's nice to meet you! !
Again..we travel on?
To the countless on the route home.
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