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	Out of a walk with my dogs, I was lost in thoughts.  Brambly ideas were jumbling inside my brain as the murky clouds inside the sky. I felt as if I was surrounded by a truculent atmosphere. The wind began to play a vamp for the odd symphony of the rainmaker. The sky caretaker had concealed the sun  and I wondered whether I would eschew what such an obfuscation was predicting. Suddenly my eyes met my dogs. A queer feeling dawned on me. I felt they were in another world. My dogs were rambling through a red poppy field as if they got a tryst with the flowers. The sun was glowing from each red corolla, while their black hearts were sparkling as myriads of gems. The light that was shining in the eyes of my dogs seemed to be the hyphen between the red and the black, which were constituting the regalia of the poppies. A modicum of blessedness was rising from the flowers which were giving off the fragrance of the elixir of life. The smiling faces of my dogs would have bemused any benighted one, nonetheless their grins eased me from the brambly thoughts that were painting my mind with horrendous colours. The red radiations had sublimated the darkness of the black, and then the red and the black mingled together, blending into a beneficent light. And then I realized that my black dogs were the hearts of the red poppies ...
			22/06/08 Isabelle Coquinot