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Market Day

Nine by the coast of the Celtic Sea, gray from the cottage to the far ridge with a fog and a drenched chill carried on a breeze, a gull gliding smoothly over the length of the lane into town, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and here’s market day on the road back from Covid.

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