November 2008
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The (Mostly) True Story of Helvetica and the New...
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Evening
You’re twelve. Thirteen at most.
You’re leaving the house by the back door.
There’s still time. You’ve promised
not to be long, not to go far.
One day you’ll learn the names of the trees.
You fork left under the ridge,
pick up the bridleway between two streams.
Here is Wool Clough. Here is Royd Edge.
The peak still lit by sun. But
evening. Evening overtakes you up the slope.
Dusk walks...
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Watch
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Rufus Sewell reads Simon Armitage's '9/11: Out Of...
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
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