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The Highway and the Lost Soldier

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The Highway and the Lost Soldier The midday sun around Adelaide River does something violent to the bitumen. At forty-five degrees, the Stuart Highway softens like melting fat; it turns into a black mirror, rippling with an unnatural, liquid glare that pools over every low rise. That is where it waits. He is always trudging south, away from life and deeper into the blistering furnace, his boots making no sound against the tar. From two hundred yards out, he resembles a stranded traveler you’d pull over to save. He wears sun-bleached, disintegrating drill cotton that matches the bone-white dust of the termite country, his head angled down at an impossible, broken angle against the glare. No broad-brim hat. No swag. No water bottle. Just stiff, unnatural limbs jerking with every stride. “Driver... look at his face. We need to stop—why won't he turn around?” He is no lost tourist. Could he be the linesman from the Overland Telegraph days who tore off his clothes and vanished into the ...
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The Sky is Dark

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The sky is dark, and the clouds are gathering ominously. The earth beneath us is parched and cracked, and we know a storm is coming. 

The problem is overwhelming, and yet we lack the sense of urgency and immediate action needed to address it. 

We have all been crowded into large cities, where our voices are silenced and the needs of society neglected. 

Our leaders act in secrecy and ignore our problems, leaving us feeling like we are being swept under the rug. 

We stand at a crossroads, frozen by the weight and significance of the decision that we must make. 

Our written histories show us that we have always been able to innovate, problem-solve, and transform when we come together. 

Let us link arms in unity and face the sunrise. Together, we can transform into a collective community that believes in positive change. 

We must demand that our elected leaders create a flourishing society that addresses and resolves the destructive problems we face.





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