Auburn Falls

Loss, love and connection

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  • Published 20241105
  • ISBN: 978-1-923213-01-2
  • Extent: 196 pp
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Trigger warning: loss of a child, discussion of miscarriages

This piece was written with the permission of my sister and mother, though neither wants to read it. Our grief flows through us, always. Any errors are mine. I need to let my family and community members and other First Nations peoples know: please do not read if you are struggling with loss or are unable to read about those who’ve passed. With love and respect, Lee.

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Lisa Fuller

Lisa Fuller is an award-­winning Murri writer living on Ngunnawal and Ngambri lands (Canberra). She’s a lecturer in Indigenous Studies at the University of...

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