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April, Then

Half eight along the coast of the Celtic Sea, a gray haze across the sky from the far ridge to the town and lane, a pair of blackbirds perched as a couple on a bare branch of the corner tree out front, the air tame enough, the coffee decent sweet and tart, and April has come.

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