21 YEARS OLD
WELL the day has come and thankfully darkness has come and I am inside. Cavernous. Hibernation. For me it was one of those days. THOSE days. Sitting on a hillside looking out to sea.
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Resurrexit in Deo. My midnight Vigils are no more Cold sleep and Peace succeed ; THE pains of Death are passed and o’er, My wounds no longer bleed. But when my murderers appear Before Jehovah’s Throne, Mine will it be to vanquish there - And theirs t’endure alone. |
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Then again this is one anniversary which brings me often to a deeper grieving because I DO wish it had been otherwise. One of those times when ONLY a SUFFERING GOD WILL DO. Or an open air one. Something anyways which makes it tolerable to have left two small children alone. Something which makes sense of non-sensical. |
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I was to chair the morning meeting but simply lacked the wherewithal. In fact I lacked the wherewithal to do anything so we went to see DARK KNIGHT at Coolangatta in the Showcase. The bizarre nature of that shook me out of some doldrums but I am not yet out of the woods. |
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MURDER AND MAYHEM
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A MISCELLANY OF MURDER AND MAYHEM IN THE 19TH CENTURY IN THE COLONY |
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| 1803 | http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article625757 |
most barbarous and dreadful MURDER |
