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Brooding and Nostalgic

Nearly noon along the coast of the Celtic Sea, the air restless gray on the cusp of more wind and rain, Covid’s tedious grip loosening a bit but not nearly enough amidst vaccine delays, and across in America the other plague brooding, nostalgic for its immunity from consequence.

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