It's a wall that comes to my knee. Most of the time I can't go there because it's Ireland and raining most of the time. That or kids from twelve up to seventeen are drinking there. I always stop. Or slow down at least. In the day it's pretty, shows all of the old city, the skyline of which is not tall enough to block all of the sea behind. But at night it glows. You can see the stars and the city lights at the same time. It isn't exotic, but it is pretty. It is shiny. I am blonde.
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