We were all standing in a field of poppies. Cathy was there, so was the mailman, Jerry the butcher, and even Mrs. Ramirez. In fact, everyone was there. All six billion were standing side-by-side, looking up.

I asked Cathy what was going on. She said "we're waiting for it", never taking her eyes off of the sky. I looked down. The poppies stared back at me. I picked one up and sniffed it.

"But, it's right here."

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