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Hello, I'm Steph.  Welcome to my page. 

I'm a part-time social scientist, part-time writer from Melbourne, Australia.  I'll be posting some of my published work here, along with a bit of commentary, for anyone who's interested to read it.  

I mostly write poetry, but have published a few short stories and essays, and sometimes do freelance copywriting on request.  




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