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Spring, Without Question

An unambiguously gorgeous morning by the coast of the Celtic Sea, the sky entirely blue, the air pleasant and tame, and the birds singing in praise, or so I imagine — a harmless enough fiction, if it is. Now for a second cuppa and the Irish Times.

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