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Young Tasmanian Writers' Prize 2024
Hiraeth, Jane Franklin Hall Prose Award Winner
Runner-Up -- Senior Section The Friends School There was blood on the windscreen when we left Bellerive, running up the curve of the glass with how fast we were driving. I was fixated, watching the steady progress up the shield like a child racing...