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As a teenager I would climb the hill in front of my house and watch night fall over the Ribble Valley and the Forest of Bowland.

Bowland Sunset

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse20 Jun 2016

The sun dived
Into a western sea
Showering me with gold;

Lavender shadows
Lengthened to purple
The hollows of the hills.

The night came
Glacially, a new ice age
Filling black valleys;

My empty hand
Vainly sought
A returned clasp.

Later, much later,
Far away,
I found it.