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I dream of a rainbow buit with the colours of men, tribes, cultures. The rainbow of a rare, diverse, precious, essential, yet fragile human nature.
This Memory of Colors, old as the wind, the sun and rain is a slow process. It is a story in progress that needs to be listened to, seen, protected and helped.
