Letters from Betty
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Inspired by the play 'No Sugar' by Jack Davis, written during the Great Depression, in Northam, Western Australia, Moore River Native Settlement and Perth.
'Letters from Betty' describes what it is like to live from the perspective of a young Aboriginal girl just trying to survive in a harsh world.
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Fix Me, I'm Broken
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