A Martuwarra Serpent stirs in its sleep…
Enduring creation stories in a time of crisis
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Anne Poelina
Professor Anne Poelina is a Kimberley, Nyikina Warrwa Indigenous woman, andCo- Chair of Indigenous Studies at the Nulungu Research Institute, University of Notre Dame,...
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