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Pádraig Barry (PJ)
@pjbarry.bsky.social
Retired shaggy guy. Nurses and surgeons are my heroes. An English Major Should Have Been, LH Guy explains a lot, Married to a Saint, What a Great Life We Are Having Together 🚫porn
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⚠️Innocent People Are Being
Kidnapped Illegally‼️

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💛 Bring Home People Who
Were Kidnapped By ICE!🎗️

• Let’s Wear Yellow Ribbons!🎗️

• Tie Ribbons Around Trees!🎗️

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Great Conversation Starter!🎗️

⚠️Human Rights Catastrophe!⚠️

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It was in the minute before dawn, when the frost still held the hedgerows hostage, that he remembered the prison not as a place but as a season; long, grey, and without birdsong. However, the sun rose dispersing this nightmare. He had found the yellow ribbon around the old oak tree.
#2WordPrompt
November 10, 2025 at 8:33 PM
Her voice, when she spoke the psalm of thanksgiving, carried a numinous weight, as though the words had been waiting for her mouth all these years. The congregation heard her joyful sound.
#blueskyrelay
November 10, 2025 at 3:22 PM
I found my old copy of “A Prayer For Owen Meany” in the drawer, its spine broken, its margins filled with the kind of notes that made literature feel like a conversation with the author. Irving would probably scoff at such a practice as he moved quickly from one book to the next .
#vss365
November 10, 2025 at 3:08 PM
When I was young, the area outside my town was quite rural. The cows moved through the morning mist, their breath a tangle of warmth and fog, like something holy. Now it is developed; the holiness there is up for debate.
#vssmagic
November 10, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Getting older weighed on Michael. He moved with the slight hesitation of a man who had once believed in the shape of dreams, and now only heard their echo.
#2WordPrompt
November 10, 2025 at 2:46 PM
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This from Dr. Martin Luther King's
Daughter.......
November 9, 2025 at 11:38 AM
India felt bad about the way her friendship ended with Lois. Their fighting was fierce. Now with the passage of time she thought about reconciliation. It was not forgiveness she sought, but catharsis; a soft unburdening, like the rain that fell on the roof the night her mother died.
#blueskyrelay
November 9, 2025 at 2:44 PM
Michael was a believer. Christine was a cynic. He said the law was a kind of promise. She said it was a kind of lie. Their disagreement might have gone on endlessly, but then 2025 came along
#vss365
November 9, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Jake knew he had really hurt her this time. There was a region in her silence that he could not cross, not with words, not with Jameson, not with time. It seemed they might have reached quitting time.
#vssmagic
November 9, 2025 at 2:24 PM
They had argued threw the night, but he knew he had to leave. There were no jobs left in town. The total silence in the house after he left was not acceptance but something colder, something that held the shock of his absence like frost on the windows.
#2WordPrompt
November 9, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Reposted by Pádraig Barry (PJ)
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⚠️Innocent People Are Being
Kidnapped Illegally!

••••••••••••••⭐️•••••••••••••••

💛 Bring Home People Who
Were Kidnapped By ICE!🎗️🎗️🎗️

• Let’s Wear Yellow Ribbons!🎗️

• Tie Yellow Ribbon Around Trees!🎗️

••••••••••••••⭐️•••••••••••••••

Great Conversation Starter!

⚠️Human Rights Catastrophe!⚠️
It was in the minute before dawn, when the frost still held the hedgerows hostage, that he remembered the prison not as a place but as a season; long, grey, and without birdsong. However, the sun rose dispersing this nightmare. He had found the yellow ribbon around the old oak tree.
#2WordPrompt
November 8, 2025 at 5:15 PM
Katherine missed her mother dearly. Her grief was a liminal thing, not quite past, not quite present, like the sea mist that never settled but never left.
#blueskyrelay
November 8, 2025 at 1:40 PM
Jack had been a child movie star, but never made it as an adult. He still went to Hollywood parties. He moved with the body language of someone who’d once been adored and hadn’t quite forgiven the world for stopping.
#vss365
November 8, 2025 at 1:30 PM
The old man always gave sage advice after I had lingered on the ball field too long before a thunderstorm storm and had gotten soaked. He said, “You don’t wrangle a storm, you hunker down, you listen, and you let the sky have its say.
#vssmagic
November 8, 2025 at 1:24 PM
We rented a house my senior year in college. For a semester Jennie stayed with us. But living with four guys was too much for her, though our masculinity was more goofy than toxic. Without her voice in the hallway, the house fell into a kind of silence that time itself lamented.
#2WordPrompt
November 8, 2025 at 1:17 PM
He said he’d be back before the tide turned, but that was a long gone yesterday, and the sea’s kept his promise better than he ever did. You can always trust an old salt to linger on the water.
#moonmystic
November 8, 2025 at 1:05 PM
Reposted by Pádraig Barry (PJ)
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⚠️Innocent People Are Being
Kidnapped Illegally!

••••••••••••••⭐️•••••••••••••••

💛 Bring Home People Who
Were Kidnapped By ICE!🎗️🎗️🎗️

• Let’s Wear Yellow Ribbons!🎗️

• Tie Yellow Ribbon Around Trees!🎗️

••••••••••••••⭐️•••••••••••••••

Great Conversation Starter!

⚠️Human Rights Catastrophe!⚠️
It was in the minute before dawn, when the frost still held the hedgerows hostage, that he remembered the prison not as a place but as a season; long, grey, and without birdsong. However, the sun rose dispersing this nightmare. He had found the yellow ribbon around the old oak tree.
#2WordPrompt
November 8, 2025 at 1:19 AM
She’s been gone awhile, but the scent of her cranberry perfume lingered. It clings to the hallway like a memory that hasn’t made peace with itself. The CDs echo what she left behind. He opens the windows less often now. Let the scent stay. Let it argue with the quiet that still lingers.
#bravewrite
November 7, 2025 at 6:44 PM
He was the cynic in town. I invited him out to the farm. He laughed when I said the well was chthonic. However, the mirth on his face disappeared when he raised the bucket and it came up full of bones.
#blueskyrelay
November 7, 2025 at 2:00 PM
They talked about history like it was clean. Angela knew better. She knew it came with blood and stale bread and the smell of old shoes and tattered clothing. The men might sanitize the war, but she would not be a party to it.
#vss365
November 7, 2025 at 1:48 PM
The new machines were the wave of the future the salesman had said. They said it would automate the milking, but it could not eliminate the human touch. The cows still waited for Máirín’s voice before they’d move to the barn.
#vssmagic
November 7, 2025 at 1:40 PM
The breeze came in off the Sound, faint and sea-perfumed. She let the breeze lift her chiffon sleeve, as if it might carry away the memory of his hand. They had acted together in Summer Stock and their roles as lovers had carried over to real life, but now the show had ended.
#2WordPrompt
November 7, 2025 at 1:32 PM
There was an emanation from the old house, not of ghosts exactly, but of something softer; like the echo of a long-dead woman who had once sang lullabies to her seven children.
#blueskyrelay
November 6, 2025 at 2:38 PM
The wind carried his laughter across the corn fields, and somewhere, a young lady he had never met began to dance. You see magic knows how to connect. It is not geography that separates love, but timing. Be patient.
#vss365
November 6, 2025 at 2:31 PM
The wind carried his laughter across the corn fields, and somewhere, a young lady he had never met began to dance. You see magic knows how to connect. It is not geography that separates love, but timing. Be patient.
#vssmagic
November 6, 2025 at 2:29 PM