“Did you never see a light, Bill? In all your years working’ the moor? Not once? Follow it next. It’ll give you what you seek. Just mind the price.”
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Whenever a lamb or calf went missing, there was always the suspicion that something had sunk its claws in.
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It’s a woman’s work to take these scraps and turn them into Eden.

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She was mopping the hallway that ran between classrooms, trailing dilute bleach under the fluorescent lights, an ersatz of sunlight and swimming pools. 

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Trembling under the sonic weight of
bikes and cars and planes–
every decibel assaults the senses.

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O, it’s our wedding night.

Your breath rumbles softly and I hear the sea.

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As the world faces existential crises, this nightmarish retrospective of the Swiss-born artist, HR Giger, feels all too timely.
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“Okay,” he smiled generously at me, “stay back if you see monkeys. Don’t make eye contact.”

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Picturesque, cosmopolitan, well-connected – there’s much to love about Verbier.

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As resorts grapple with climate change, one zero-impact village is leading the future.

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For a nation of tea drinkers, the UK has had something of a love affair with coffee over the years – currently drinking around 75 million cups per day.

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Did his decision haunt him, now it was coming to pass for someone he knew? Someone he loved, even? Or did he feel noble, like he’d sacrificed something good for something greater?

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The pear tree had to come with them. Before they polished the silverware and laid each spoon and knife and fork neatly in its velvet bed in the wooden case.
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Each held a cropped image of a portrait, rendered in such fine colourful strokes that the banners appeared to be shimmering in the light, though the room was still.
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The wax moon is diminished, drowned
in a thousand models, swallowed over

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