... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole. — Hafsah Laziaf, Unbreathable
... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole. — Hafsah Laziaf, Unbreathable
... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole. — Hafsah Laziaf, Unbreathable
... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole. — Hafsah Laziaf, Unbreathable
... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole. — Hafsah Laziaf, Unbreathable
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... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.

— Hafsah Laziaf, Unbreathable
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