laying in the poppies, paris france, march 2007
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- e.
- northeast ohio, United States
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1 comment:
since i have been asked, more than once, the flying monkeys are because of the part in the wizard of oz where the gang is plucked from a field of poppies (the flower in the foreground) by those wretched creatures.
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