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It is the tradition here on the Tale for there to be a moment to remember on the 11th of November those that have given their all. This year the day is more to the fore because of the events that occurred on Parliament Hill in Ottawa.
There is an image, one that has been seen far and wide that brought this work into my thoughts… It might not say enough, but it says something at least…
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Remembered, Never Forgotten
By TeraS
The place is quiet, still, calm.
Two dogs wait in silence together.
They lay upon the path he walked.
Turned to watch, anticipation in their eyes.
The day arrives, his return expected.
A return never to be, they not knowing this.
But they wait, watch, remember.
The place is quiet, still, calm.
A family gathers in silence together.
They stand by the fresh grave where he lays.
Turned to grieve, memories in their eyes.
The day is too soon, too unexpected.
A return never to be, they still not accepting this.
But they wait, honour, remember.
The place is quiet, still, calm.
A nation gathers in silence together.
They stand by the monument where he stood.
Turned to honour, promise in their eyes.
The day is more powerful, meaningful.
A return never to be, they still not understanding this.
But they wait, pause, remember.
The Queen of the Succubi and a very hugglely one at that...
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