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I've been haunted the last few days by the thought of the asylum seekers who have sewn their lips together to protest against how long their applications are taking to process. Such a brutal refusal of all the nourishment that mouths mean - no food, no speech, no kisses. The thought of the pain of it makes me flinch, all the nerves of the lips pierced by needles, drawing the thread through. It's keeping me awake at night. Not the government it seems. The ironies of the term "Pacific solution" (to pacify these people) keep multiplying... Best Alison