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the voices of victim...unbelieved tales of wise ones claiming sovereign, the vision of the stone,the mile long tale of existences and how they came to be fabled... music catching the eye which holds the flame and the ear which is dear to the heart. We are the sheep comfortable in the abattoir. The pages in blue text that spoke of past to future children of destruction. The soft voices of dour faced martyrs...The forgotten

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Date: 4/13/2009 4:03:00 PM
WOW! Such a powerful piece with compelling language and imagery... well done Kalonji! Best wishes, Keith
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