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This bench can be found on the old railway path near Goodmanham, above the point where the roads and an old railway line meet and is etched with the following poem:
The straight line breaks into the mutterings of a track, the body’s unfolding way from dale to dale. Our muscles burn in its common knowledge, our breath its song above springs as they pour villa into village, marsh marigolds into God’s chrysalis. - John Wedgwood Clark
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