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The Calder cut a channel through the ancient stones of Elmet, sculpting minds of millstone grit in moorland weavers' kin. Poetry coursed his veins. Clotted domestric pain flooded his synapse. His shrouded fame collapsed.
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
Ted Hughes