Little Pockets
Some days, I wake up feeling gross and no amount of showering or make-up will fix it. It’s a deep kind of gross, deeper than my skin and...
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Grapeshot acknowledges the Wallumattagal clan, of the Dharug nation as the traditional custodians of the land on which we work and meet. We acknowledge that sovereignty was never ceded, no treaty was signed, and would like to pay our respects to Elders, past, present and emerging.
We would like to extend those respects to all First Nations people reading. Always was, always will be, Aboriginal land.
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