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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 1h

There’s a storm out on the waters.

Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 9h

She wore the brooch with a flourish, though it had belonged to her mother, a woman she never forgave. She touched it once during dinner, absentmindedly. It was still there. It always was. Some inheritances glitter. Others wound. This one did both.
#blueskyrelay

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 9h

On their wedding night, they danced beneath a deluxe chandelier, its crystals catching the light and their illusions in equal measure. Her dress shimmered like a promise, his smile like a lie. No one noticed then. The chandelier kept shining, still catching illusions as they fell.
#vss365

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 10h

She bathed in the river, the cold water waking something old in her bones. She didn’t rush. She scrubbed the dirt from her arms, from her neck, from the place behind her ears where the day always settled. The chill made her breath short. It was good. It reminded her she was alive.
#vssmagic

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 10h

Her voice was silky with the kind of charm that made men forget their convictions and slide, helpless, into her orbit. She never raised her voice. She didn’t need to. The slide was always smooth, and by the time they realized they’d moved, they were already hers.
#2WordPrompt

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 10h

He took a winter walk to clear his head, but the snow kept offering thoughts instead. The flakes came like like memories. By the time he reached the bend in the trail, his mind was no clearer, but it was gentler, threaded with the quiet truths winter had laid at his feet.
#moonmystic

it was 70 degrees yesterday and it is snowing in the woods

ALT: it was 70 degrees yesterday and it is snowing in the woods

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 21h

How to make your Hubble younger? Dye his hair blonde, jazz him up on coffee and, definitely blur the picture.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 1d

Welcome! All new to me and all followed. Thank you Brenda!

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 1d

Donna braided her hair like a ballad—each twist a stanza, each strand a story of not so much the woman who she used to be as the one she was becoming one day at a time.
#blueskyrelay

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 1d

You can’t escape yourself by changing cities; the undertone of regret travels with you, silent as your own shadow. Sandy had made mistakes, but she was a strong woman. She knew that you live because you must. Because breath is stubborn. Because even silence has its own rhythm.
#vss365

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 1d

They slipped briskly into an intimacy, the sound of laughter and late night confessions lingering long after his bed was empty, but the echo of her presence shimmered like stardust in the sheets. She was a comet: brilliant, brief, and burning through his orbit with a tail that lingered on.
#vssmagic

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 1d

PJ loved the tip of autumn’s breath, the influence of wind scattering yellow leaves like summer’s forgotten promises. The cool brisk air was a balm to those overheated days of August.
#2WordPrompt

autumn leaves are falling from a tree in the woods

ALT: autumn leaves are falling from a tree in the woods

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 2d

Thank you. You too.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 2d

You write great stories. Thank you.

Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 2d

It’s a bit late arriving here in Harwich. Wind is picking up though. Dehydration is nothing to mess with. So happy you got help and are on the mend.
PS we rode out from NY because all our chairs and stuff were on the balcony. Now we’ll just ride it out. Storms are king of fun.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 2d

PJ watched the piranhas circle the bait, silver and quick. It reminded him of the señoritas in Madrid, hungry and beautiful. He had his pole in the water then too, but somehow he never found him one that was a keeper.
#vss365

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 2d

The taste of the coffee was bitter and clean. She drank it slowly, watching the sun rise over the empty street. The light came in thin, pale ribbons, brushing the tops of the buildings. A bicycle rolled past and she thought of the mornings in Paris when the bread came fresh and warm.
#vssmagic

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 2d

At first Luis tried to calculate the angle of the fade, but Helene moved with instinct, not numbers, her hands knew the function of transformation better than any ruler. Helene taught her apprentice that beauty wasn’t a function of symmetry. It was a calculation of survival, of joy.
#2WordPrompt

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 2d

Thank you.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 2d

Saint Teresa’s. had been closed by the diocese. Falling attendance and the mounting legal troubles of the diocese had caused it to be contracted. The church was empty save for the lumen falling through the stained glass, painting the pews with stories of the saints no one told anymore.
#blueskyrelay

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 3d

👏👏👏

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 3d

I heard there were grandmothers, crocheting grandmothers rioting. The horror!

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 3d

🤣🤣🤣

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 3d

Lindsay could ride out the fiercest of hurricanes, emotional or meteorological She wore her yellow raincoat like a shield, bright against the gray, daring the world to name her anything but radiant.
#vss365

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