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 | | I remember asking some prison official as to why there were so many young aboriginal men in custody …he just laughed and mumbled something about "rites of passage" which left me bewildered. |
 | | You can hear the trains rolling across the Barwon plain from the prison-the busy Geelong route-there's no steam whistles anymore of course, but at night,as you lay locked in your cell, you'd be able to hear the trains roll on by,a constant reminder of the world outside-the world that you cannot be a part of. |
 | | I was thinking about all the stuff I'd seen that day-the boys, their broken lives, the prison, the poems, the history, the clash, the land, the system….I decided to have a stop at the place they call the Little River and collect my racing thoughts. |
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