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| Introduction | In the landscape of a vitiligotic life, as the pigments fade, so does your identity. So you fight to be seen. And then, in the midst of changing hues, you find a tiny voice. You try shrieking and a force comes out. Again, you try. And there, a tale, a song, a poem unfolds. Louder and more sure... founded. |
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| Favorite movies | House, MD |
| Favorite music | When You Know-Dianne Reeves |
| Favorite books | Grimm Brothers Fairy Tales |
