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As in a Magritte

Half 8 by the coast of the Celtic Sea, a gull gleaming as it banks round into a gray-masked sun, a wee breeze and gentle chill in a tame air, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and we’ve arrived somehow at a Thursday in a blur of days both rising and falling, as in a Magritte.

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