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Ode to Helvetica
In the heart of Switzerland, a tale unfolds,
Of a typeface born, with stories untold.
In nineteen fifty-seven, the year it was born,
A vision of clarity, a new dawn was sworn.
Max Miedinger, with a dream in his mind,
Crafted a font, both simple and kind.
With lines so clean, and curves so neat,
Helvetica emerged, a typographic feat.
Named for the land, where the Alps touch the sky,
“Helvetia” it whispered, as it learned to fly.
A sans-serif beauty, so modern, so bold,
In the world of design, its legacy unfolds. 0 reply
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