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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A woman's spirit still resides on the mystic shores of Flinders Island.
Her children's voices are still heard in the tumble of the surf where they once made footprints in the sand.
You can hear her motherly soothing words in the sighs of the Sheoaks and the whispers of the wind moving across the beach.
Her soul is still there, her boys still run along the shallows.
Each morning the sun rises out of the cliffs and sets across Merindah's island where seals still lay in the sun, and you can hear whales slapping their tales on the waves.
Strange shapes in those yellow cliffs look toward the place where a woman's courage became legend.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A woman's spirit still resides on the mystic shores of Flinders Island.
Her children's voices are still heard in the tumble of the surf where they once made footprints in the sand.
You can hear her motherly soothing words in the sighs of the Sheoaks and the whispers of the wind moving across the beach.
Her soul is still there, her boys still run along the shallows.
Each morning the sun rises out of the cliffs and sets across Merindah's island where seals still lay in the sun, and you can hear whales slapping their tales on the waves.
Strange shapes in those yellow cliffs look toward the place where a woman's courage became legend.