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Things Said

Half eight along the coast of the Celtic Sea, the March sun afloat over the next roof, carried on the tide of approaching spring, the birds pairing, the coffee sweetly sharp, and in the news, things said we surely knew and have known and will know, not done with our brutishness.

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