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Walking up SA Rd I started getting goosebumps seeing the ground and hearing the buzz of the crowd.
Into the ground early to soak the atmosphere up. Dean Mckee's stiring rendition of his poem brought a lump to my throat and the applause to remember those lost since we were last together a tear to my eye.