EXTRACT: Here we were, two people, so alike, who happened to be born on the same day and in the same year. Like it was some cataclysmic event that had brought us together. Electric. Surely that confirmed that we were soul mates! And then, out on my tractor, I turn the radio on and the radio announcer says out of nowhere, that my particular birthday, was the most common birthday in the world. September the seventeenth! There wasn’t anything special about this romance. It wasn’t fate. I just wanted it to be something more than what it was.
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EXTRACT: There’s plenty of ways those girls could have gone missing. Crocs, sink holes, bush fires, and it certainly doesn’t mean they have been murdered or foul play is the reason. These tourists come through and they don’t listen to the land. Everything is noise to them. They don’t listen to the wind. They don’t listen to the call of the birds. They play their music so loud, they drown the land out. They come to these sacred sites and they don’t breathe it in. They don’t give thanks or gratitude for where they stand. They burn through it all.