Not really imprisoned, of course, but behind bars in any case. These brilliant red poppies seemed to be yearning to go beyond the bars of the granary yard that held them.
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PLEASE DON'T DRIVE THROUGH HERE
Across the street from where I live is a large, green expanse, an urban oasis. For how long, no one knows. To discourage cars from parking ...
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