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Bad Dreams Banished

Half seven near the coast of the Celtic Sea, the sky a marble of wispy whites over spring blue, the air with a proper chill, the collared dove hooting alto in the lane, the bad dreams banished, the coffee decent sharp and sweet, and here we go, balanced on midweek, on market day.

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