Poppy, dear poppy. A flower that withers in the hand that gathers it, but a flower that brightens up our roadsides, our wastelands, our wheatfields, refusing to die, regardless of what artificial fodder man spreads over the land. A flower that recalls dark times in the fields of Northern France but which, despite its fragility,Continue reading “Red on red”
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