To Stephen, who has been on that road with me forever.
To Denni and Matthew, children who grew to be fine friends of mine and great company.
My dad, Ian Thiele, who never was without a book or two on the go and a wonderful writer himself.
My mum, Jan Thiele, who taught me that it’s all right to be strong.
My sister, Dr Deborah Thiele, fearless always, and brother, Tony Thiele, man of the wilderness, who suffers my poor kayaking stroke all over Lake Pedder with minimal complaint.
Long-standing friend Robyn Cosgrove, who grounds me still, and ‘second sister’ Trish Gray, who holds my hand and cheers me on.
The Wednesday Girls—past and present—for letting me sing along and share all the ups and downs, especially Dye, Barbara, Marie and Barbara.
The Arts community at Edith Cowan University South West Campus, for discussion and discovery and a place to belong when I was adrift in a strange landscape.
Jo O’Donnell for ‘A Room of One’s Own’ during my first Margaret River Readers and Writers Festival.
My university writing group—tough as nails and tender with it—Rachelle, Leanne, Jane and Renee.
Vahri McKenzie, a fierce intellect, who opened my eyes to the fact that flights of fancy need to also be grounded in great structure and grammar.
Donna Mazza, who has mentored and taught a diverse group of people through her work at ECU and found time in her crushing workload, and the pre-publication chaos of her own novel, to run this collection through its first round of edits.
Camha Pham, an amazing editor, who predicted I would hate her at some stage but proved herself wrong. If these stories appear seamless, it is no thanks to me.
Caroline Wood and all at Margaret River Press, for opportunity, patience and faith.
And the community of Capel in the south west of Western Australia—you know who you are—who have done nothing but be supportive throughout.
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