OI, CAN I BORROW YA FLAK JACKET?
October 23, 2011However, even in my garden there are signs of other lives, families, routines and daily grinds. I've worked these beds near on eight years now and still find remnants of the family that lived here before ours arrived. The third generation of that one family were all boys - four of them, I believe. I found one of their marbles and a toy soldier only last weekend. That tiny, advancing soldier might be a message from the past. I'm not sure entirely what the message is, but if it's to do with strapping on a flak jacket and yelling "Charge!" I'm already there.
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