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A Saturday in May

Six and some by the coast of the Celtic Sea, the sky a simple storm gray, the air troubled and laden, a robin — or so I think — singing soprano scat out back, the cottage warm enough and dry, the coffee decent sharp and sweet, and we’ve arrived at a Saturday in May.

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