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Moving back home: ‘It’s the same room where we sat beside my father’s coffin’


by Sarah Gill
17th Aug 2022

It might be considered strange to have a tattoo of your own house in the crook of your arm, but when lockdowns loomed, Sarah Gill moved back to her family home and began to see things through a fresh lens.

“That’s fierce… unique,” I heard the man working the till at the petrol station say, indicating my relatively new tattoo as I unload an armful of nibbly bits onto the counter. I muttered my thanks, but of course, given the uncertainty of his tone and rural Roscommon-ness of it all, I’m not entirely sure it was intended as a compliment. Naturally, I felt the need to explain myself. “It’s my house, you see. I live...

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