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In her mind's eye
He was upon
The prairie. The stalks
Caressed by his cool words
And ghostly eyes and
Prairie breath.
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The Collections of a Spitfire and a Body
PoetryI recently read an article about a world war 2 fighter pilot who was shot down in 1942 and, miraculously, his body was discovered and identified 70 years later. It got me to thinking about what his family went through, having to endure all of those...
