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A Deep Thursday Fog

Eight near the coast of the Celtic Sea, a deep fog, the far ridge and harbor completely cloaked, the chimneys of the town shrouded, even the lane misty with it, the birds untroubled and aloft on their errands, the coffee decent sharp and sweet, and off we go into Thursday.

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