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Masked and Not

Eight by the coast of the Celtic Sea, the air tame and cold under a bright sky, gray there but outdone by blue and white, the collared dove hooting alto in the lane, the coffee decent sharp and sweet, and we persevere, disciplined and not, masked and not, awaiting more vaccine.

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