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A Perfect Stillness

A perfect stillness in my cottage along the coast of the Celtic Sea as the hour strikes eight, the light from the windows sweet spring, a collared dove calling at the very edge of hearing, the coffee decent, and across in America, sanity holding its own against the crazies.

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