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Jay Pallen a Wonderful Sister and Friend

On a silver moonlit pillow’s blissful patch I dreamt nirvana verses for my sister Jay and our magic mutual bond, that gem-enhanced treasure chest, that life support as ironclad rampart for our twin psyche sparkle, an infinite reciprocal alignment boldly mocking distance on earth This sleep-infused wee small hours tribute I reveal in the wondrous heaven sent passages below. It takes a sibling to sense her brother’s needs this day of days when futures are at stake. School of excellence, end point graduation, marks assigned by dons with cool detachment. Ray of light, ray of hope, the twinkle in my sister’s eye as she scours every moth-infested drawer within her razor sharp remit. Advocate sublime, curator, organizer and locator of an infinite infernal swot. To do on sticky paper, insight on forgotten file and other motleys waiting to be culled. Never fear, my sister’s instinct was seldom wrong on things scholastic. This in and of itself a most sustaining factor in our lifelong bond. Tattered lecture notes, well thumbed references, random line on refill pad or prosaic jotter, themes one should revise at countless intervals had Jay’s cognoscenti seal. Fine friend, my sister, queen of cheerful intuition. Jay, majestic and meticulous, with her photographic sense of total recall showed her love as I did without fail since her arrival on planet earth. An instant early meeting of two minds has enjoyed so many epic world adventures. My sister’s voice has always been that constant solid rock through years of titan toil and hard-won flair. Midnight coffees we both shared in a crouch beneath some floating arm light, without crib or cob. Nostalgia flooding back in visual bursts at breakneck speed. Guffaws and hearty groans abound at gaffes in early tests. Canny probes, mouse trap phrases, deceitful hidden lure - setting off a wave of forehead wrinkles and squirm worm faces. How my sister would pour scorn upon each cunning setup, the demon ruse behind the brazen pry, the snare that made a patsy of us all, novice and veteran alike. Reflecting on times past together our prelude to some golden mirror on the task ahead. A final glance at tips from other students, one final scan of teachers subtle hints, that final flick through memory aids of one kind or another knowing Jay would steer each rough sea course with such aplomb. Pulse rates hurtling over hurdles at the cusp yet staunch sister fair wouldn’t disappoint or let me fret, heartbeats on a Himalayan high would tranquillise upon Jay Pallen’s mystic smile, blood pressure readings might rumble rafters but we’re no match for two relations who understood what friendship meant. Despite her brother’s inner qualm, a glow ray beacon oozes warmth. Oh sister of iridescent star-bright lustre one light peck might keep us both within each other’s orbits as another passing out proceeds apace. And wondrous sister Jay, loyal comrade, stood beside her loyal brother in mutual awe Second place Contest : FRIENDSHIP Sponsor : Beata Agustin Date. ; 31 st August 2022 Second place Contest : The Mysticsl Dream Sponsor : Annoucheka Gangabissoon Date : 22 November 2022 Edited for this contest

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Date: 8/9/2022 12:31:00 PM
Congratulations on this win. A beautiful/loving tribute write to your friend/sister Jay. If this was framed, it would make a great gift to give to her. Today, be blessed with your wonderful win...........
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Date: 8/9/2022 5:43:00 AM
"And wondrous sister Jay, loyal comrade, stood beside her loyal brother in mutual awe" - Beautiful story. Congratulations!
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Date: 8/8/2022 9:44:00 PM
Congrats! Thanks for sharing this, joyously celebrating "International Friendship Day." God bless you.
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Howard Kerr
Date: 8/9/2022 12:15:00 AM
Beata, I really appreciate that. It’s something I’ll always cherish Howard

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