Green moss on the concrete, pine needles magnetised to the corners. Daisies. She put the radio on a stone and began gardening. It seemed the world was igniting in small puffs, bullet holes appearing in the Middle East.
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Unexploded Turkish shells at Gallipoli, 1915
Reference Number: PA1-o-308-21-4
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