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So fine so thin and delicate,
almost transparent
this tiny flower
pressed between
pages sent with love,
from a mud filled trench
in Passchendaele
to the love of his life...
"My dearest darling Abigail"
All his letters start this way
and they end the same...
"Sending all my love
your husband, Richard
xxx until we meet again"
The last of the letters
no pressed flower
sent by Richards friend,
he promised he would let
her know, how and when
Richard met his end.