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Sarah Lundberg R.I.P.<\/p>\nJust heard of the passing of the Dublin writer and publisher Sarah Lundberg. She ran the Seven Towers publishing house and ran the Last Wednesday reading night in Dublin.<\/p>\n
Sarah Lundberg R.I.P.<\/p>\n
“What We Leave Behind”<\/strong><\/p>\n We never think of life as passing,<\/em> I didn’t know her well, just through Facebook and meeting her at the Seven Towers events, and at the Last Wednesday nights. A bundle of energy with a smile for all she met, she came across as nice and decent, and without the egos that afflict many in the arts world.<\/p>\n May she rest in peace.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Just heard of the passing of the Dublin writer and publisher Sarah Lundberg. She ran the Seven Towers publishing house and ran the Last Wednesday reading night in Dublin. Sarah Lundberg R.I.P. “What We Leave Behind” We never think of life as passing, Tomorrow shall always be, So we think …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[155,308,233],"tags":[314,312,313,311,310,309],"class_list":["post-197","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","category-obituaries","category-writers","tag-deceased-irish-writers","tag-last-wednesday-series","tag-obituary","tag-sarah-lundberg-rip","tag-sarah-sunflower-lundberg","tag-seven-towers","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-3b","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":785,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/his-pen-ran-dry\/","url_meta":{"origin":197,"position":0},"title":"His Pen Ran Dry","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"29th September 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"For the memory of Ivor Higg, R.I.P. 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\nTomorrow shall always be,<\/em>
\nSo we think in our busy lives<\/em>
\nWho tomorrow cannot forsee.<\/em>
\nBut there shall come a morning,<\/em>
\nWhen our passing is known<\/em>
\nMemories of us in the minds of others<\/em>
\nWill be all the legacy we will own.<\/em><\/p>\n