Gale

A young professor of philosophy at University of West Galway, and a man of many books and blackboard dust.

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Galeus Benedict || 1997

Never shall he abandon what he claims as his own. He chooses duty above desire, sets principle more precious than peace, offers all where others would withhold. Should he fight, he fights unto death.

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@solescherie Hey. You alive?

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@INTLRPFESS Let's talk!

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@TamagoPost "I do enjoy hiking too. I love spending time outdoors whenever I get the chance."

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@mistiverse Making a rare appearance on the timeline just to say, still can't wrap my head around how a girl who couldn't even stay mad at someone who scammed her once ended up catching stray bullets.

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@mistiverse TGIF! You should be happy because its Friday.

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Hello, new friends. The world feels a little less daunting when there are friendly faces about, so Iʼm delighted to be here. Hoping we will get on well, and enjoy each otherʼs company for a long while yet. Have a good weekend!

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@indecentpals Gale, 1997. Mostly English.

Landing here with the hope of meeting a few good souls, perhaps discovering new friendships along the way, and managing to keep alive in this cruel little world. If you feel inclined, do press the heart. I shall be most grateful.

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@austihnbutler Whats with this reaction?

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@DREATHSINS Good morning, mate.

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@mistiverse Are you even real?

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A slow Sunday, a decent cup of coffee, and nowhere in particular to be. Hard to improve on that.

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@badgirlBblance Have a good one!

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@sirnuttcracker Pink is your colour, miss.

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I am alone by choice, yet choice does not warm the blood. Romance. I wonder if it might return. I wait, I wonder.

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Romance I had once,

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and welcomed afterward the blessed cold of solitude. For seven years I have sought distraction in Gaelic poetry or in the translation of bardic verse, but it does not answer.

The human creature needs warmth. This I have discovered, though I resisted the knowledge long.

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@DREATHSINS Such a mood.

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He had made a choice. Whether it was right would come later.

Whether it was wrong would come later too. He would never know until it was too late to choose otherwise.

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II.

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"Final call for Flight AC842 to Toronto," the announcement rang out.

Galeus picked up his bag. He could not afford to look back. The attendant scanned his boarding pass, and he passed through.

And the door closed.

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But here is what you must know, young sir: a grave can be climbed out of, if a man be willing to claw his way up through the earth, even if his hands bleed for it."

Gale stood silent.

"Go," said the shepherd. "Go and speak."

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I.

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The shepherd nodded slowly, as one nods who understands without need of further explanation. "Silence," he said, "is a grave we dig with our own tongues, or rather, with the refusal of our tongues. Each day we do not speak, we dig deeper.

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@Nifcky Some jewellery. I picked up a few pieces.

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Might as well enjoy what you earn.

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@Hearthlaced Hello there. Pleasure to meet you!