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A Wee Chill

Half seven near the coast of the Celtic Sea, a wee chill in the tame air, the sky blue from the harbor ridge to the cottage, the birds busy, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and we come round again to the refilling of the pillbox — Sunday, an ocean away from a half mad America.

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