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The Pillbox

Half six by the coast of the Celtic Sea, an unrelieved gray from the town out to the ridge over the harbor, the air troubled and laden, a collared dove hooting alto in the lane, the coffee decent sharp and sweet, and we’ve come to Sunday and another filling of the pillbox.

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