Posted in Journal

First Sunday in May

Nine by the coast of the Celtic Sea, blue the dominant tint of the sky, the air chill and tame, not rustling the Irish flag over the harbor, the birds busy over the rooftops of the town, the coffee decent sharp and sweet, and we’ve come to a Sunday on the road to normalcy.

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