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Set in New Zealand, this play tells of a year before the death of Regan O'Brien, a sixteen year-old Pakeha girl still trying to work out the intertwin..
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I am sad today, because I have a story. It is a beautiful one, let me assure you. But I can’t share it with you. It wishes to escape my pale, th..
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The Town House that Mr Sarp had lived in for several years created shards of triangular light through the slit of early-morning fog, stamping great ta..
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The little boy inside of me is alive but is not well.
It is like a light has been switched on. Not a bedside lamp with a warmish glow �"..
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Swimming in the still mist of pure golden sunlight: the mountain forest seemed a perfect Eden. Clamorous birds fluttered in the canopy, and morning su..
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The Supreme Court house on 130 Centre Street, New York City, reminded me of Mansfield Reformatory in a way: the grey, crumbling columns supporting the..
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