The return of the poppy is already reassuring because it is evocative of a less polluted nature, with less “roundup”, a rebirth of the soils and therefore of life with a capital L. But to love poppies, you have to be an idiot, you have to be an idiot … like the friend Mouloudji sang, and I am certainly the most stupid of poppyphile , poppy addicts. Learned pavophile , I carried out all kinds of experiments with my darlings, braving rain, wind and fog without hesitation. If some eat or smoke it, I prefer to taste it with...
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