The Monday just gone was Australia Day, the down under version of all things national pride. When we come together as a nation of many different faces to enjoy the prosperity of a country that is not torn apart by war, or starved by famine.
I watched the local fireworks display from the front porch of my house, and it made me weep. I thought to myself, how very wonderful it is that when we hear an explosion at the end of the street we think of fireworks and not bombs.
And it made me feel so very blessed to be living in this part of the world, that is by no means more perfect than any other.
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