Geography (Anthropomorphic)
by SnowSecretsHere
Sometime in the distant future, historians will wander onto the banks of the Elbe River and find a wreath of red carnations, laced with dwarf sunflowers, white bloodroots, and tiny blue forget-me-nots lying atop a stone rooted in the ground. And they will be confused, because who would crown a measly, unmarked rock with flowers? It's not a grave.Is it?
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