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Love, Ghosts and Nose Hair

This book is a compilation of short tales that delve into the complexities of love, the eerie and the supernatural, and the everyday peculiarities of life. The stories are known for their clever humor and imaginative storytelling, weaving together a tapestry of relatable and surreal experiences. more

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Steven Herrick
Steven Herrick

Steven Herrick, born in 1958, is an influential Australian poet known for his unique style and profound insights into life. His poetry has won numerous awards and has had a significant impact on contemporary Australian literature. more

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