I saw heaps of photos of people that had died in the marae on the wall.
I heard heaps of speeches from Whaea Reremoana, Whaea Reremoana was talking about the people in the photos.
I tasted heaps of delicious food on the table.
I felt string when we were playing the string games.
I felt excited to go back to my marae because I havent been in ages.
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