By E. Daly
The Fairy Bridges where the sprits,
In moon-lit splendour sport and play,
Span chasms dark and lowering where
The lashing waters dash and spray.
And then the dear old Wishing Chair,
Where heart sick maids petitions lay,
Where thousands found each wish come true,
And ever bless the "happy day".
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For the first time in several weeks, I had a typical social Wendesday -- chat with high school friends in the morning, though one had a work meeting and the other had computer issues so I mostly talked to Kay and her son. Then we had lunch and I watched an episode of Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power with Kristen. I had half an eye on the day's baseball games -- happy about the Mets and Dodgers, not happy about the Guardians and KC -- but we did walk to the beach because it was a gorgeous day.
Cheryl and I watched Agatha All Along together; it's been a darker show than I expected but I would watch most of those women in anything, and I appreciate the connections to Wanda Maximoff. Then we had dinner and watched The Masked Singer, which I'm ambivalent about because I love the Ship but I think the Buffaloes are Boyz II Men and they've been great. Here are some photos of County Donegal's Fairy Bridges and Wishing Chair, rock formations above one of Ireland's most famous surfing beaches:
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