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I see her there, a vision, dancing in in a field blanketed with red flowers. I run to her, and we dance together for hours... We continue dancing among the flowers until one of her lies explodes underneath my feet, removing my legs at the knees. I lie here alone, forever in the field, soothed only by the puddle of my blood cooling underneath me. Eventually, I gather enough strength to lift my head and look around. I am astonished to discover that the red flowers are, in fact, little red flags - millions of them blanket the field - each marks a landmine.