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You list the dead. You tell the stories of the past. You write about the catastrophes and the massacres. What about the living, Finnikin? Who honors them?

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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
Screenwriter
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Sydney
NSW
Carmelina Marchetta
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Living
Catastrophes
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