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Human Rights Stories of women

Greetings, Mother.
To you, dear, on your last day, and those to come, especially the latter.
Because the thought that truly pleases someone's name and story is made up of unique and special matter.
You will find the vibrating echo of a voice that excites by exclaiming the right words, where a moderate and accurate silence is the most in-demand dress. The reverberation of the light from a careful and curious look, ready to illuminate the ignored traits by our fake dignity, though they are often on the surface. More than anything else, the deep grooves on the common way impressed by those who are willing to risk every step below to give meaning to those same traces.

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