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Up in the distance the whistle of the wind sang to her from the mountain. From Lucian’s mountain. It beckoned and taunted and she wanted to run towards it. To be enveloped in its coat of fleece and to hear its safe sounds.

Melina Marchetta

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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
Screenwriter
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Carmelina Marchetta
Safe
Whistle
Wind
Coat
Hear
Sang
Sound
Coats
Taunted
Running
Sounds
Beckoned
Wanted
Towards
Lucian
Distance
Enveloped
Mountain
Fleece

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