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A Montage

Nearing 7 by the coast of the Celtic Sea, the sky all gray, the birds busy in a breeze, a chill riding the air, my socked feet wanting closer to the faux fire, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and the news from America a montage of decency, reason, buffoonery, and madness.

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