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Bean Sidh (Banshee)

By barrowlass

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The boy stood at the edge of the sea. Wet sand sucked at his infant toes. Laughing, he tried to catch sun-sprites which danced, just out of reach, upon the wavelets. The seaweed caressed his bare legs. Gulls called his name. A cloud covered the sun and the boy's mother wiped the sand from his infant toes, after closing his drowned eyes. The wailing woman waited upon a nearby rock. NB:  in Irish folklore the Banshee (Wailing Woman) was a harbinger of death Written August 26th, 2001 © on Aug 26 2001 04:43 AM PST   0 • 10

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