Pádraig Barry (PJ)

“Live the wonderful life that is in you! Be afraid of nothing.” — Oscar Wilde

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Dog walking is great for the soul too!

Good afternoon Jaye. Nothing like a little biking and swimming to soothe the soul. We have been very lucky on weather down here.

I do agree with you about Twitter. Lease no worries on the communication. You have so many friends!

All is well. Elizabeth and I are vacationing with my sister and her husband down in Hilton Head. Lots of bike riding and nice weather. Hope your health is back for good.

Greeting fromHilton Head Brenda! Best to you and the Crew!

She pressed a charm into my palm—small, rough, unremarkable—and yet the moment it touched my skin, I felt the world tilt toward some gentler future. Maybe there was some old unused Wiccan magic in it.
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The old men in the village spoke of a lycanthrope who once lived among them, a quiet devout boy with a fondness for poetry and a tendency to vanish on nights when the sheep grew nervous. Where he went to they could not say although on some nights his howls can be heard on the moors.
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There was a bellicose edge to the priest’s sermon that morning, as if he thought God Himself had grown weary of mercy and was sharpening His knives for the reckoning. I took it in stride. Sometimes even the holiest of men need to blow off steam
#bravewrite

Michael was a force in ending the centuries long occupation. He was a volunteer in the way some men are saints by accident, stepping forward at twenty with nothing but a mother’s blessing and a coat too thin for the winter ahead.
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We were friends in college. Lauri had a bonny way of smiling, a small sideways thing that seemed borrowed from some older, kinder century, and it undid me every time.
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What a cute kitty!

The tiger came and left, making a boon and leaving a bust. Prosperity when it finally returned to the town came in small, uncertain steps, like a creature afraid it might be chased off again.
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The child moved through the garden with the certainty of someone who knew its magical territory better than the grown-ups ever would. The grown‑ups saw overgrowth, but she saw paths - narrow, shimmering tracks that revealed themselves only to those who believed in magic.
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Her college boyfriend was short on taste. He’d bought her a brooch from the market, and she wore it once, out of politeness. Today it resides deep in the far corner of her armoire; too chintzy to wear, too sentimental to get rid of.
#bravewrite

She intended to stay a while this time, but the tightness in her chest told her otherwise. She set her coat over the back of the chair, not quite committing to it, and stood there listening to the house breathe, waiting to see whether it would welcome her or ask her to leave.
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He spoke softly, as though the mood was something that could be startled, like a bird on a branch. There was a kind of harmony in the house that morning, though no one dared remark on it for fear it might scatter.
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Even the mirror gave me a boon that morning - a glimpse of who I might become if I dared. It wasn’t a vision exactly, more a softening at the edges, a tilt of the light that made my own face look like it was listening to me for the first time.
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In my dream, I saw a wager in her eyes, the kind that asked if I’d stay even after the truth turned the room to ash. And then, there in fire she stood, steady in the ruin, offering me nothing but the bare, perilous honesty of being seen.
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Feel better soon Fizzy and thank you for all the likes and reposts.

My Aunt Anne brought joy whenever she came to visit. Her laughter used to detonate in the kitchen, bright and sudden, like a spell that made the kettle boil faster.
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She had lace curtain class that was far above my shanty Irish birth. She oozed delicacy. Even the way she touched the teacup had genteel character, as if it might break under anything less gentle.
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There was a motif to our childhood, I see now—mud on the boots, wind in the hair, and a mother calling us home long after we meant to return. This type parenting might be criticized today, but somehow we turned out okay.
#bravewrite

I saw the gesture in the mirror, faint and familiar, like the way my mother used to tuck her hair behind her ear when she lied. I don’t know what surprised me more: that I could lie so easily or that I truly was my mother’s daughter.
#bravewrite

My sister died in childhood and her face has always been stamped in my memory. Today there was a stone angel in the graveyard whose face had worn away, but I still saw my sister’s smile in it.
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By chance I met my old lover in the Commons on a trip to Boston. Our jobs had caused an amicable separation a few years before. It was hard to tell whether she was glad to see me. She gave a faint smile, the kind that stretches across a face like a shadow at dusk - there, and then not.
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There was a sadness as I passed the old homestead. It looked so worn out, but then as if a gift lightning stitched the sky with silver thread, and for a moment, the old house looked young again, as if time had misfired.
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Of course I picked a foggy day to try to find my past. I went down the lane spellbound, as if the very hedgerows were whispering back the childhood I had mislaid among them.
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The new coat he wore to the zoo was too fine for the weather, but he’d wanted to look dapper for the monkeys, who always seemed to judge and for reasons he couldn’t explain that mattered to him.
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A lone fowl crossed the yard at dawn, its feathers shimmering with a greenish light, as if it had wandered in from a dream my grandmother once told. My grandmother is long gone, but it seems a part of her remains.
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