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Female | Age unspecified | over 10 minutes
Starts on page 25
Intended for an Indigenous Australian performer
EXTRACT: In this suitcase lies the photos of those who are dead, the nameless ones and here they lie, passing the time till they can be talked of again. Without a word we remove the photo of my Nana from her commanding position on the wall and quietly slip her beneath the walnut finish. And without a sound push her into the shadow./Everything has its time... Everything has its time...