Poppy

It was some time after Anzac Day when I was sitting in my lounge staring blankly at this skull. My mind wasn’t on the painting, it kept drifting to what those had been through that went to war – I can’t begin to imagine. Remembering some of the veterans I’d visited with a friend a few years before and the PTSD they were suffering. The hell they had to go through to see our clear blue sky again.

Hand painted cow skull

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