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They had camped in or set up, whichever

feels more like the strapline that pegs tonight's

pause in the triple-speak epic. Friday's

afoot, and plane leaves are left here to flap

in a huff of breeze. Leaving, they’ve pitched some-

where right off the kilter of where we once

thought this old storm might be gusting.

                                                               Five tents

pretend that this studio-lawn, London,

England, the self-indicted, nippy king-

dom will shoot back to where it was, come spring.