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Young Tasmanian Writers' Prize 2024
It Comes With Age, Senior Runner-Up
Runner-Up -- Senior Section Elizabeth College I like that bear. It wasn’t anything special. Brown, fluffy; a plaid-red bow laced around its neck. It sat on a shelf, untouched with a little bouquet of flowers. I looked up at dad from my chair...