November 13 . Issue #64

In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row,     That mark our place; and in the sky     The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. John McCrae (1872-1918) Welcome to my weekly journal where I share with you 5 points of interest. Things that got… Continue reading November 13 . Issue #64