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Deirdre Moran lives in Kildare and spends most of her spare time writing and gardening on an allotment. She discovered flash fiction in 2013 and since then has been published in Silver Apples Magazine and has had pieces chosen for Flash Bulbs, the Dublin International Flash Fiction Day event, and read at the Big Smoke Writing Factory Winter Literary Café.