My annual ANZAC Day toikupu ~ remembering the ancestors, since time began, who fought and died in wars. With Reuben gone, to a different kind of war, I have a sense of what mothers must’ve felt when their babies didn’t return.
My annual ANZAC Day toikupu ~ remembering the ancestors, since time began, who fought and died in wars. With Reuben gone, to a different kind of war, I have a sense of what mothers must’ve felt when their babies didn’t return.
Iona Winter 
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