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Gone Rain

Near 8 by the coast of the Celtic Sea, the sky gray, the rain gone, the air tame, its chill muted, the birds busy, the coffee decent tart and sweet, the jackhammer down the street sweetly silent, and we’ve arrived at a Friday an ocean away from half mad America.

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