‘The Year The Maps Changed’
‘The Year the Maps Changed’
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Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.
'White Oleander' by Janet Fitch
I don’t know why it had to hurt, the way she dialled the world with her little finger.
'Girl Defective' by Simmone Howell
“Talking to yourself can be useful. And writing means being overheard.”
— Zadie Smith, ‘Intimations’
Without a keeper of words, stories tumble and fall, eventually melting into the ether, never to be heard of again. Stories link us to our mob, doesn't matter if you are Koorie, Irish, Kiwi, Welsh or Indian. It’s the listening and telling of these stories that bring our people close, both young and old. Stories keep our culture and our faith alive.
'Grace Beside Me' by Sue McPherson
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"Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth."
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