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Monday, Then

Nearing 8 along the coast of the Celtic Sea, a deep gray over the ridge beyond the harbor and lighter shades to dome town and lane, the air still with a tolerable chill, a gull gliding from the cottage out to the water without even a single flap of its crazy wings. Monday, then.

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