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THE Voice
It is the reverberation of the Jungle Cat’s roar. It comes as a calling, a warning, a story. It is mostly silence so when it comes it is heard. It is a drop of water that lands in a once steel pool morphed into ripples, ever expanding. It is the laughter of children, chasing cotton from the trees. The stories of women that are heard within the aroma of saffron paella. The texture and colour of their woven tapestries. Voice is the strength of a man constructing a home. And the
