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My First Jab

Half eight by the coast of the Celtic Sea, the roofs of the town resolving now out of a deep veil of morning fog, the air tame and chill, some birds at sentry on rooftops and chimneys, the coffee decent sharp and sweet, and I’ll have my jab, my first of the two, in a week.

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