C1169 Life and Death

Up a hill, we stopped and looked out over the Golden Triangle.

It was a season of billowing beacons of smoke. The hot air of the Golden Triangle was filled with the dryness of the land and the rich fragrance of wild hibiscus flowers. The Poppy had already withered and withered. The climbing flower, known as the Hero Tree, was like a giant, holding up the burning crown like a torch