In Flaunders fields the poppies blow.
Between the crosses, row on row.
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
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oh my, these pictures are absolutely stunning. oh my!
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Wow - what a beautiflu reminder of what this day means and cost....thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteStunning, gorgeous post. Tears almost began in my eyes! What a heart and talent you have!!
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ReplyDeletethank you, for the cupcake tips. I have seen this mix and with your recommendation w,ill give it a try.
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Thank you, again.
Lea
xo
Lovely photos! It does look cold there... are the temps pretty similar to what the UK is getting at the minute? Im originally from Antrim and very much loved seeing your photos from last time you were home... Debbie
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