Ideart: A Bottle of Tribal Dancers
I love Warli so much, how could I not do this? We can all be dancers!
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LA-based GirlTalkHQ covers SXonomics: ‘Indian Band SXonomics Using Spoken Word Poetry To Talk Feminism & Fight The Patriarchy’
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Why Do Women Go To The Loo In Groups?
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