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Tower House, Tokyo - Takamitsu Azuma

An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.

Wolfstar June 25, word count 189

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Dumbledore took the cage from Remus’s hands and opened it, letting the rat jump from it, but catching it with his wand and suspending it in the air before it could reach the floor. 

“Quite ingenious,” Dumbledore mused as Wormtail slowly rotated before him. “Ah, there’s the missing toe. A very clever plan and one that probably would have worked if Mr Lupin hadn’t come to your rescue,” he turned his attention to Sirius, who glared back at him. Remus moved to stand beside him and felt his shoulders relax as Remus’s presence calmed him. 

Dumbledore ignored them and prodded the rat with his wand again. 

The rat began to writhe and squeal, though silently, as Dumbledore’s spell took effect. Arms began shooting out of the rat’s body, quickly followed by legs. A pudgy head replaced the narrow rat’s head, and the torso grew long and plumper until Peter Pettirgew hung, suspended before them. 

Padfoot was suddenly at Remus’s side, and it was only by luck and sheer determination that he managed to lock his arms around the dog’s neck as he lunged towards the terrified man before them. 

Terre Sainte / Holy Land - 2018 (extrait de la série Images de la Bible)

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I’ve heard some people describe liminality in the language of Celtic spirituality: a thin place, a narrow place, a place where the living and the dead commune, where heaven and earth all regard each other. Hell too, I hope. Otherwise what’s the point? “Narrow” in Irish is caol, meaning narrow, slender, subtle, or tenuous. In Irish, to speak of the “narrowness of the hand” means the wrist, or the “narrowness of the leg” the ankle. It is a place of mobility or action, a place easily twisted and when twisted, it hurts. Lots of us live in this narrow place, easily open to twisting. Our past and our future each have a hold of us in the present and we wonder how we shall manage. How do any of us survive this fragile place? Liminality, if it means anything, must be as truthful as forgiving, as confessing, as breathing, as surviving.

© 2019 The Lutterworth Press SAMPLE The Place Between

— Pádraig Ó Tuama

In the night by Andrea Martino