Sydney
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Candles are set as evening falls,Small flames against the dark.Their quiet labor ancient still—To testify, to leave a mark. Outside, the city holds its breath,A southern sky, the harbor still.Where sudden terror cut the dayAgainst the human will to live. Streets remember fear too well;So do our bones, so does our prayer.We light the shamash
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Not to sound too much like the beginning line of a Sting song, but in Europe and America I don’t think much is known about Australia during WWII. I was actually doing research on a different story when I stumbled upon the story of the attack on Sydney Harbour. I had the pleasure to visit
History of Sorts 
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