As the people of old marvelled from a distance the spire of a great cathedral so did we as we approached Croke Park for the first of our 3 dates with our true mistress. Only this was no cock atop a wind vain directing the shepherd from storm but rather the mirror ball set to guide the masses toward Croke Park and into a frenzy of musical worship. By the second song we were truly lifted toward...
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