Tag Archives: Deirdre Fagan

Superstitions

We believe if we say a thing we risk it becoming true like when we say “I haven’t gotten sick yet – knock on wood.” We do the same with I love you Deirdre Fagan is a widow, wife, and … Continue reading

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X,Y,C

In the dead of night I reach for your hand beneath mounds of covers, my breath almost visible in the winter’s cold. I stroke your wedding band, a circle of platinum, securely rubbing its cool metal, fully aware of the … Continue reading

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