What’s going in your mindPriya: Am looking for a connection here. clearly you can’t be thatSravya: connection? what sort of? Sravya: I’m bored a...d not sleepy.Priya: ARE you not understanding or pretending like thatSravya: wanted to hear from you, just to be surePriya: I was in that room and Saba is not my friend. so why I was there Priya: It’s pretty obvious what connection I’m talking aboutSravya: still wanted to hear from your mouthPriya: Let it beSravya: I am starting to like you. Elizabeth had left the curtains slightly ajar which let through a slither of moonlight that beamed down onto the cropped blonde hair of Elizabeth. She was curled into the covers facing away from James and he could just make out the light breath of what must be a dream. Her slender frame rose and fell ever so slightly with each breath as she dreamt. James thought for what must have been the thousandth time how lucky he was to be sleeping next to such an amazing young woman. Elizabeth was five. There could easily be coexistence without conflict.Over 20 years ago, in 1999, Lesley Head wrote about the Ord River Project in Australian Geographer that: “Despite a context in which consideration of both Aboriginal and environmental issues is now integrated into the development process, three colonial themes persist in the rhetoric of Stage Two. These are the empty landscape, the invisible Aborigine, and the idealisation of agricultural land use.”At the same time, Sam was reading the 2011. Another young man,close to my age sat down at my table and asked 'do you mind if I join you?' I looked at him as annoyed as I could muster and answered 'it would have been better if you ask before you took a seat!' With out a single word, he sized my right hand and guided it swiftly to his crotch. I was both taken by surprise and shocked to have in my grasp the longest thickest piece of man meat I ever had touched. My mouth fell open and reflectively I squeezed the tube of meat in my grasp.