November 12th, 1918.

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“They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England’s foam.”

About mirrenaudax

Slightly greying, bequiffed and enterprising visual artist from Up North.
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