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Unrelenting Madness

Near 8 by the coast of the Celtic Sea, a swath of cotton clouds topping the ridge over the harbor, a spring blue for the rest, and bright, and cold, and still, the birds busy elsewhere, the coffee decent sharp and sweet, and the news from America turned again to guns. Gawd! The unrelenting madness of it.

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