Adhi danalpothayapa

Caring for story

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  • Published 20230502
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-83-2
  • Extent: 264pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

THIS IS A story of water. Full of courage and determination and with many voices. 

Seventy-­five years ago, as a newborn, my mother, with half the clans of Saibai Island, migrated across the waters on pearl luggers to the mainland of Australia. I am your connection to this story as I am Amana Kazi: mother’s daughter, the continuing blood, changeless and eternal. 

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About the author

Margaret Harvey

Margaret Harvey is of Saibai Island blood – Ait Koedal and Samu clans – as well as of English heritage. She is an actor, writer, thinker and...

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