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‘And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue…’
Keats describes the autumn sun touching the harvested fields ‘with rosy hue’, but here the colours of a September sunset also flush the interiors of these deserted farm buildings in Gloucestershire, burnishing stone and plaster walls with tints of copper and gold.
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John Pawson