This is the time of year when I most often think of Oscar Wilde’s The Ballad of Reading Gaol and especially these lines:
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky …
I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing.
My main research interests relate to health care and I love to write both non-fiction and poetry.
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