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Anna Livia Plurabelle

 
Folks,

If I may say so, this is one of my better photos of the Liffey (linked below on Google+)...

As the great man himself says:

"Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be. Northmen's thing made southfolk's place but howmulty plurators made eachone in per-son? Latin me that, my trinity scholard, out of eure sanscreed into oure eryan!" James Joyce

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With deep humility,

Brian

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