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The sun is a hot body. It warmly makes love to me.
What is Germaine to her personality? .. Her Catholic childhood I fear.
the noose .. in a loop around his neck .. in a loop on CNN .. over and over again
Water colour petals grow into a crowd .. They populate the dustproof draft of an afternoon under the offices .. a saint shall guide anyone towards a meditation on the whole picture .. the Central Business District.
he was diverted.. from the impending roast.. and wiping red wine.. from his generous lips.. he mouthed sweet nothings.. in retaliation.
The outbreak of violence in East Timor April 2006 showed that the UN had not reached first base in its efforts to lay the foundation for a small but robust nation. Now the Rudd Government has provided a template that may be of significant use to those involved with nation building in East Timor.
A new exhibition of compelling and confronting photographs captures the impact of natural disasters and other humanitarian emergencies, and the crucial role of Australian aid workers and volunteers in the initial response and longer term rebuilding process.
Their lives are anchored at the verge of loss, | Like a flipped coin assurance is unlikely.| Refugees endure a prolonged journey of conflict
Spirited away nestled in a feathered chest we close our eyes against the dappled, vaulted light, riding the high notes beyond pain.
If Jesus was a swimmer he'd be you, blue flippers for sandals, sinewed torso arrowing the surf
thoughts crawl in to a packing case nailed up a tree ... nothing happens in between the years broken up ... the password hidden within you, never coming down