In the Dutch town of Utrecht, a poem is rising—one letter at a time, each and every week, for the previous six years.
Every Saturday, at round one within the afternoon, contributors of Utrecht’s guild of poets acquire on the middle of Utrecht, the place the tip of a protracted string of letters has lately reached, to carve the following letter in stone and set up it within the cobblestone pavement. As new letters are added phrases start to shape, then sentences and in the end verses. It takes about three years to put up a median sentence, and the poem grows by means of about five meters once a year.
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