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Roland

Male | Age unspecified | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 2

EXTRACT: and I don't know, the workings of grace, you fly in like dambusters and drop your bouncing therapeutic bomb and it explodes and the wall collapses and water pours out and floods the towns downstream, and everything gets washed away and cleared away and swept away and new levels of fertile mud are deposited and the river is flowing again. And. I'm saved. Now. If that's how you, if that's what I'm paying a hundred and forty dollars an hour for well... you know.


Mrs Walkham

Female | 40s | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 13

EXTRACT: But life hasn't always been sedate, far from it. Everyone will know what I'm talking about when I say Red Tuesday or Black Sunday, Black Friday, Ash Wednesday; terrible names for terrible days. Terrible because of bushfire. And we've had terrible fires in our own shire, nearly every year. Homes are lost, sometimes lives. Terrible days. But let's not forget, that after fire, the bush does grow back. People rebuild.


Roland

Male | Age unspecified | 5 to 10 minutes
Starts on page 42

EXTRACT: ..how do we know there's only two, here and hereafter, why not here and there and there and everywhere? Lots of places where it's just as hard in other ways. There's hardships other parts of us have to endure. Isn't that what we should be talking about? My parents dream, right, was a suburban paradise where life was just supposed to get better and better without end but it ended in hospitals and pain and despair and panic and fear.