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[Page 77]

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Crimson Red blood.
And nothing more.
Once caught by the eye this crimson blot becomes the low centre point of a vivid picture and provides the key note to the tragedy of war which has been enacted there.
And as we march on still over the cobble stones of winding streets and lanes, this mighty blood drop catches the eye with its crimson, where gaps in the standing wreck of desolate ruin give momentary view beyond.

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