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Joan Walsh



Belle McGuire lay on her back in the hollow of her side of the bed. Her arms were thrown above her head, her body collected, at the instant of opening her eyes, with a sense of return. She felt landed, after an upward sweep, an aerialist stepping d [...]

Johnny’s Dying

Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God's love commits me here, ever this day be at my side, to light, to guard, to rule, to guide. Have mercy on the soul of my father, Patrick Devlin. And if it so be Thy will, let nothing happen to my family, [...]