The residents of Baybridge on the west coast of Ireland were forgiving of the damp climate except when the clothes failed to dry on the line. Even on those days, they would not forfeit the stunning scenery surrounding them. Fiona Hannon, a local social worker, shared their sentiments and felt she knew her neighbours well. This belief was brought into question when compelling circumstances wove the lives of a ten-year-old girl, a retired teacher returned from India, a grumpy betting man with a green thumb, and the local shopkeeper into a multilayered fabric. Fiona found herself comparing the events of each day to hanging clothes on a clothesline. It was impossible to know at the start what these items would be. Would they flutter in the wind, drying easily, or remain too sodden to lift? No two clotheslines were alike, not even your own.
The generosity of the residents of Baybridge never wavered as Angela Coughlan continued her battle with cancer. Their contributions to her local, somewhat unorthodox fund, dubbed Angela’s Purse, more than doubled since its inception. Her neighbour and benefactor was the rock for the community. Amy, Angela’s young sister, and their friend Charly were a force to be reckoned with. The simplicity of their solutions to the adults’ unsurmountable problems never failed to amaze. When presented with issues of style or etiquette, they consulted the Twins Killfeather, ninety-four years old, well-versed in both matters. When the linchpin of their community left them suddenly, shock, disbelief, and avoidance overtook them. The common path they trod was splintered. They tiptoed around its sharp edges until in time nature restored their commitment and resilience. With a burst of energy, they forged a new path, one with twists and turns they could never have imagined.
The generosity of the residents of Baybridge never wavered as Angela Coughlan continued her battle with cancer. Their contributions to her local, somewhat unorthodox fund, dubbed Angela’s Purse, more than doubled since its inception. Her neighbour and benefactor was the rock for the community. Amy, Angela’s young sister, and their friend Charly were a force to be reckoned with. The simplicity of their solutions to the adults’ unsurmountable problems never failed to amaze. When presented with issues of style or etiquette, they consulted the Twins Killfeather, ninety-four years old, well-versed in both matters. When the linchpin of their community left them suddenly, shock, disbelief, and avoidance overtook them. The common path they trod was splintered. They tiptoed around its sharp edges until in time nature restored their commitment and resilience. With a burst of energy, they forged a new path, one with twists and turns they could never have imagined.
The residents of Baybridge on the west coast of Ireland were forgiving of the damp climate except when the clothes failed to dry on the line. Even on those days, they would not forfeit the stunning scenery surrounding them. Fiona Hannon, a local social worker, shared their sentiments and felt she knew her neighbours well. This belief was brought into question when compelling circumstances wove the lives of a ten-year-old girl, a retired teacher returned from India, a grumpy betting man with a green thumb, and the local shopkeeper into a multilayered fabric. Fiona found herself comparing the events of each day to hanging clothes on a clothesline. It was impossible to know at the start what these items would be. Would they flutter in the wind, drying easily, or remain too sodden to lift? No two clotheslines were alike, not even your own.
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