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So Be It

Half 6 by the coast of the Celtic Sea, gray to the bone from the harbor to the lane, a wet wind whistling through the kitchen vent, birds about, but only here and there, the coffee and the faux fire welcome, and I have errands to run today, including my second jab. So be it.

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