It ain’t easy being twee
For the love of all things cute, cosy, cringe and collectable
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Alex Creece
Alex Creece is writer, editor and collage artist who lives on Wadawurrung land. She works in editorial roles for Archer Magazine, Cordite Poetry Review...
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