Sacred Day. Anzac Day

This most special day has always been cherished above all others in my house.

As I wake with the dawn my thoughts drift along ageless beaches, stony cliff faces and fields swept clear by the whispering voices on the wind.

My heart sits heavy in my chest today and my eyes spill over. I feel loss, pride, sweet love and loneliness. Most of all, I have hope. Always there is hope. That with each year we celebrate the Anzac’s, we get closer to the day when we can celebrate absolute peace.

Lest we forget.

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