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On the Eve

Nine by the coast of the Celtic Sea, the sky nearly covered in monochrome shades, the sun insisting otherwise and beginning to have its way, the air tame and nearly mild, the collared dove and the robin hooting and squeaking in the lane on the eve of a muted St. Patrick’s Day.

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