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			<title>Chapter 4: Meanings &amp; Tellings</title>
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			<title>Chapter 3: Worm Stew</title>
			<description>Chapter 3: Worm Stew(((First draft))) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Theheat of summer could be felt even up in the high meadows of the Belt Mountains whereTahr Camp made their Summerhome. Summer hadalways been Sula&amp;rsquo;s favourite time of year. Long days whe..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Life Stripped Bare</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;(First draft) Chapter 2: A Life Stripped Bare&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Sick Ones could speak? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Blankwith surprise, Sula stared at the gir..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: The Levee Breaks</title>
			<description>I feel it with my body, with my blood. Feeling all these trees, all thiscountry&amp;hellip;When the wind blows you can feel it. You can look, but feeling&amp;hellip;.that make you. Out there in open space.Big Bill NeidjieKakadu Aborig..</description>
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			<title>Come Long Way</title>
			<description> Far in the future, Sula lives in a world that we made.</description>
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			<title>The Sound of Wings</title>
			<description>Nature Essay</description>
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			<title>Getting in the Spirit</title>
			<description>Writing about the trials of getting to Benbecula made me remember my ferry trip on the &amp;ldquo;Spirit of Tasmania&quot; from Melbourne, Victoria, to Devonport, Tasmania, in November 2001. 
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			<title>Getting to Benbecula</title>
			<description>Trials and tribulations on the road to the Outer Hebrides, 2012.</description>
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			<title>Skink</title>
			<description>My entry for the 2002 BBC Wildlife Magazine Nature Writing Awards. I was &quot;Specially Commended.&quot;
2001- 2002,  I spent six months in Tasmania on a solo expedition to look for the legendary Thylacine.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tygertrudi/1230520/</link>
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			<title>St Kilda</title>
			<description>Life and death on an isolated archipelago.
Early spring, 2012 &amp;ndash; I spent four weeks working as a volunteer assistant field researcher with the St Kilda Mouse Project.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tygertrudi/1230293/</link>
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			<title>Ancient Carob</title>
			<description>Portugal, 2010-2011. 
I spent three months working as a conservation assistant, re-wilding the 6ha grounds of a holiday resort in Sesmarias, near Albufeira in the Algarve.
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