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Sunday, 8 November 2020

I am a tiny bit...

worded out. 


 
Is it me?  Of late too much twaddle has been uttered. 




Instead let’s just take a moment and remember.



4 comments:

  1. Your remembrance day was my armistice day, as a child. The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. It was more sacred in my house than easter.

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    1. All too recent history for your folks when you were growing up Joanne.

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