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April’s Masts

Half nine by the coast of the Celtic Sea, the sun well up and bright, the air tame, remnants of a deep fog softening the canvas of the day, a pair of collared doves visiting out back, March packed and ready to leave, April’s masts on the horizon, and so we’ll see, won’t we?

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