This Anzac Day feels like a battle we’re all apart of
I hope someone in your house remembered to make Anzac biscuits. I hope you're chewing on one warm from the oven right now. And I hope you remembered to light a candle at dawn and stand at your front gate, or on the footpath, or on your little balcony, or straight-backed and dignified in your lounge-room as first light warmed the eastern sky. What strange kind of Anzac Day is this? […]
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