My feet remember the rock hard concrete burning my feet,
My legs remember constantly prevailing as we waited to be welcomed into the Marae,
My body remembers the soft breeze going down my shirt and tingling my spine,
My arms remember swaying to and fro as I waslked into the Marae,
My hands remember feeling nervous as I strolled,
My face remembers the hot summer's breeze in the Marae,
My mind remembers the Marae again.
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