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It’s Sunday Again

Six, and dawn well along by the coast of the Celtic Sea, a bank of charcoal over the harbor ridge, wispy whites on baby-blue to dome the town, the air tame with a chill, doves and pigeons fluting in the lane, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and it’s Sunday again.

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