by Gordon Taylor Harvest Fields in Westerham, Kent, 1880–1910 by Helen Allingham The science was sound. Loam alone wasn’t enough, but when mixed with saline and injected, the effect answered every question. Every shout, sharp as a birthday candle flame biting a finger. Felt. Every cancer cell switched back to love, a Valentine’s Day card. No more — is the path to survival pretending not to be queasy. No more — what is the difference between illness and leaving. Between intrav