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Looming Hail

Eleven by the coast of the Celtic Sea, and wet, with a warning of possible hail to the accompaniment of thunder, but these things often loom without arriving, and there’s bright sky, too, at the moment, and the coffee’s decent tart and sweet, and I’m dry and nearly warm enough.

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