161-365v4 Through the dancing poppies stole a breeze,…

…most softly lulling to my soul

John Keats

I’ve walked past a corner of cultivated poppies many times without actually noticing them, either that or the recent growth has been spectacular.  Perhaps there needed to ne more dancing for me to notice them.

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