Erich Maria Remarque

And so everything is new and brave, red poppies and good food, cigarettes and summer breeze.

And so everything is new and brave, red poppies and good food, cigarettes and summer breeze.

– Erich Maria Remarque –

All Quiet on the Western Front

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