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  • Vocal cords rattle, shake and bounce with no accord of their own. Dancing to and fro under the hypnotic command of the power that controls this vessel expended for our whim; our tool to manifest intention. Vibrations pour out and tongues work with lips to shift and shape the sounds of our voice to generate words. A single utterance from this orchestrated function can shatter my heart and send me into hiding as the words, once escaped from your mouth echo and haunt my mind.


    She hides behind the curtain of hair with no choice but to mask her features in ringlets for protection against lashing tongues.



    Image taken from an old Korean Newspaper article
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