The trouble with eternity

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  • Published 20241105
  • ISBN: 978-1-923213-01-2
  • Extent: 196 pp
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I had a dream about the afterlife:

I died quite unexpectedly

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Phil Brown

Phil Brown is an arts journalist and commentator, poet and author who has worked for all the major news outlets in Australia and internationally.

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