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Easter by the Celtic Sea

Near 8 by the coast of the Celtic Sea, a cold clear Easter Sunday fringed with far haze over the harbor ridge, the collared dove fluting alto in the lane, the coffee decent sharp and sweet, the cottage warm enough, and it’s time for the weekly ritual of refilling the pillbox.

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