I clothe myself in star-fire and plunge into heavens windsSoar ardent o’er land sea tree rock river mountain streamBlunt tangibles stand unique ample joy to
http://nationalunitygovernment.org/content/fernandos-ghost-transcript It is the London winter of 1928. Fog blankets the city. Pedestrians and commuters along one of the city’s busiest thoroughfares are arrested at
The attached pic of an excerpt from ‘letters to editor’, in a FNQ hardcopy newspaper [yes, they’re still around] carried one of the best promotions
Future friends of those soft-footed warriors of the enigmatic Fethafoot Clan: hello and welcome☺ This is my first blog ever and it comes to you
Great book. Well written and interesting ... I read it from cover to cover without putting it down.
Fascinating story with vivid visuals.
Pemulwuy Weeatunga's narrative is akin to the traditional oral storytelling of Indigenous people - there is an informal yet cheeky tone, indicative of someone with much respect for their culture and country. A compelling story with delightful characters and beautiful descriptions, this is a short read but well worth it.
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