For a while, my brother collected stamps. Never using tweezers, he casually poked them into see-through pockets, or slid them under glassine sheets, preserving them in their own microclimate
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Read moreA celebration of the written word: intelligent; thought provoking; humane. Artistic Director James Runcie introduces his 4th and final programme for Bath.
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