Prose
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The softness of a feather Alone, standing at a crossroad in the forest, she had to stop. The stop was necessary to breath: gasping, heaving breaths, leaning forward, fingers gripping strongly into the tops of her knees, arms straight. Her heart thumping loudly in her chest. She tells herself to force that inspiration to be
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I have been encouraged to share an amazing and proud moment when I was awarded joint second in the novice section of the Circle Literaire Irlandais , Women in Words competition 2025. Here it is.