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A Fluffy Duvet

Nearing 8 by the coast of the Celtic Sea, the sky a fluffy duvet of muted blues and grays, the air tame with a chill, the birds about, but not close at the moment, the cottage still, the coffee tart and sweet, and across in America, madness still biting at the heels of sanity.

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