On a Saturday a long time ago my Uncle Frank died. His son and daughter rang us up and told us he had a heart attack.
My mum and Nana felt sad. I didn't know him but he was really close to us. When we went to his Tangi, we had to kiss my uncle. His face felt like spongebob! He felt cold.
It was the scariest experience of my life.
by Hone ~ Year 4
To look forward, don’t beat a retreat
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Defining strategy is the most important work a leadership team can do. The
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