There was a flower there, imagine! A flower had grown among the rotten sacks and it appeared just like that in the dark of miracles night. I stood gazing like a scared heart beating hard. I dared to touch it the way you touch a baby on its cheek. It's a...
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There was a flower there, imagine! A flower had grown among the rotten sacks and it appeared just like that in the dark of miracles night. I stood gazing like a scared heart beating hard. I dared to touch it the way you touch a baby on its cheek. It's a poppy, a really big plump poppy, open like a hand of velvet. If one could adore it in the light of the sun he could see it was crimson red a black cross in the heart with thick dark eye-lashes in the centre... Anti war writer Stratis Myrivilis
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