Entrée
Prolog
Whether it is on the front leaf of a gifted
book, in a star strewn sky or within a child's tear, there are stories out there
to be found.
There are stories everywhere, stories all waiting to be
told. How the story gets told doesn't matter. You can tell it with dance or
athletics, music or song, poem or prose. You can carve it out of stone, find it
in a beaker, have a revelation or know it from within. The how of the story
doesn't matter, only the doing.
Aurora / Leda Stories
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Even the outback disserves good teachers. |
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He fled Frasca only to settle upon a Frasca girl. |
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Bewildered by her brilliance / blinded by his love. |
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A young girls journey into the greater world. |
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Crash of the Grey Lady in the Manarsh Dunes. |
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A burned village, an abused child, politics
as unusual. |
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A women on the council, surely you jest. |
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The Ghost pilot comes bearing news. |
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People, places, words and history of Aurora. |
