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Friday 19 October 2012

Through the window

This is a rough sketch of what I see when I look through the visitor centre window and into the grounds of the detention centre - where we aren't allowed to go. There is often some people playing cricket, volleyball or just sitting. The grounds remind me of high school a bit. High school was fun at times but I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life in there.


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