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Hopeful and Grim

Half eight near the coast of the Celtic Sea, the sky fluffy gray leaning blue, a spring chill with birds and a jackhammer busy in the near air, the coffee tart and sweet, and the Tuesday news from across in America a stew of the hopeful and grim.

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