006 :: yellow

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The field had once been full of flowers -- wildflowers, all colors, all shapes. I had come there often, as a child, to sit and dream, to think... and later, as a young adult, to be with my beloved.

But then the war had come, and the field had been bombed, and my beloved had died.

It was a year since that day, and my first visit to the field. I'd brought flowers, to mark the spot where we had made ourselves one.

But nature had anticipated me, and my small bouquet fell softly onto a patch of yellow daisies.