
Cathy Xinman: Maple Leaves Rustle, Another Season
Remember the last time you walked through fallen leaves and heard that distinctive rustle beneath your feet?

Remember the last time you walked through fallen leaves and heard that distinctive rustle beneath your feet?

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This project is funded in part by the Government of Canada.
The Society of We Are Canadians Too created Pancouver to foster greater appreciation for underrepresented artistic communities. A rising tide of understanding lifts all of us.
We would like to acknowledge that we are gathered on the traditional and unceded territories of the Coast Salish peoples of the xʷməθkwəy̓əm (Musqueam), Skwxwú7mesh (Squamish), and Səl̓ílwətaɬ (Tsleil-Waututh) Nations. With this acknowledgement, we thank the Indigenous peoples who still live on and care for this land.
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