I thought of my great grandparents immigrating to Australia reading your words.

The language of their homeland slowly vanishing as a way to fit in and hide their origins. A time before I was born.

I have visited the towns of their birth – a connection felt, even though I lacked the ability to communicate. One I am attempting to remedy.

Thank you as always for being you.

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