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Eve of the Equinox

Eight by the coast of the Celtic Sea, a bright sky over a tame air, the cottage still, the coffee sweet and sharp, four blackbirds now perched in pairs along the ridge of a near roof, the equinox due tomorrow, and the turning of the world toward its rendezvous with new life.

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