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Fining people for swearing is silly. We can no more control what people say than we can hold the wind, or even a very large fart. Victoria's swear-fine laws are likely to be used either as threat or reality on those who can least afford the fine and cannot fight back.
All day, every day since you have gone, I stand on the road shading my eyes from daylight's harsh reality — you are gone, too far away for me to see. How harsh is your reality?
There was a liberal use of corporal punishment in my school. We were seen as a loutish bunch of lads who needed a firm hand. It did nothing to help my education. You don't create a smart and confident Australia by taking to people with a stick.
When you tried to walk through the wall you were still living at home. What did you see beyond the opacity of brick? You were so sure it would absorb you that moments passed before reality kicked in ...
No longer on useless shopping sprees .. No longer overeating .. Knowing the difference between right and wrong .. Singing a happy song .. Bright and cheery .. No longer dull and dreary .. A brand new woman
those hypnotic swerves, a mark of dominion like all else: its height, its eight-foot span, its primeval patience. The eagle turned, an archer's bow; became a bold emblem that could impress the red seal on a document of war; rip out an eye.
Not one soul on that Easter morning long ago cared a whit about theological matters. They did not even care if the thin man once died and rose again. They were there for each other, out of respect and affection, and habit and custom, and because they wanted to give their children a thing they couldn't explain.
Hushed joggers puff their discretion, German ladies impose their Kaiser bulk onto the graceful belligerence that is Tai Chi, a Vespa falters for an instant. An early promenade.
When is touch .. invasion of privacy? ... To touch another .. is to send .. some intimation .. subliminal blatant .. casual or deeply meant ... When is restraint .. the protocol?
Someone now cast in forgetfulness, out cold – dumped down in a sleeping bag moulded like a burial mound. And by their side neatly aligned, threads of an abandoned bedside.
Once omnipotent night slid over the campsite to reveal nothing beyond a black more dazzling than any darkness could contain, all we could do was inhale an immense presence touching everything, which we called faith.
It was hard to look back .. for hot desert sands were stinging her eyes .. quickly obscuring aging parents .. waving forlornly from the terminal ... It was hard to cry .. for the three year old .. abducted and murdered .. now decaying in a corner of the family vault.
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