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June, Then

Half 7 by the coast of the Celtic Sea, a light fog softening the sky, the air tame with a touch of morning chill, the birds busy, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and here we are at June, our lives not shed yet of the strangeness that’s settled over these years.

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