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Then VS Now- SOLC Day 17

For me, St. Patrick’s Day used to be like this:

This was taken in Dublin #studyabroad (LOL “study”)

Today, it was like this:

I took my daughter on a scavenger hunt to find houses with shamrocks in the window.

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