Something profound and yet frivolous. Like running next to the grave site.
Brown eyeshadow gathers underneath my eye.
Watching distressed birds flutter their wings with struggle.
The window stains, filters through and exists within.
We acknowledge and pay respect to the Traditional Owners of the lands upon which our campus is situated, the people of the Boon Wurrung and Woi Wurrung, who have created art, made music and told their stories here for thousands of generations. We also acknowledge and extend our respect to the Traditional Owners of all lands on which our work is viewed, shared and enjoyed, and to all Elders, past, present and emerging.
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