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1917 Sunday 25 March

A beautiful bright sunny day. Such a welcome change to the cold bleak ones we've had. One could almost imagine himself back in dear old sunny N.S.W. Tiny finches are appearing in the brakes & hedges chirping of the advent of Spring & the sky-larks are actually carolling high up out of sight in the clear air of the morning as I write. Is the grim struggle going on in all its intensity but a few miles away? Yes! one can hear the dull boom of guns, that can only bear one interpretation, & the tireless air scouts are buzzing overhead in their bright aluminium cages.
Purposed visiting Tony this afternoon but find it is pay day & also there is to be a memorial service in memory of poor Bill Parsons tonight.

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