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Grace of Stillness

Gray, unrelieved, in a thick band over the harbor ridge, a mottled sky with bits of blue peeking through nearer here, a single gull turning elegant circles over the lane, its snazzy angled wings fixed, the cottage settled in a grace of stillness, the coffee decent, and off we go.

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