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There was a song in their voice. A melody that was true. Each melody gave more meaning words alone could not give. Insight into the minds of others who shared their song. Each one unique. There were not many other Qalii’s that Kharma knew of. She sought her own tribe that she’d been taken from so long ago. So long it had been that she used song with her words.  For now, she did not grasp it. There was much to undo the damage over the years. She could listen for hours though. Even when there was no talking, sitting in the tribe’s ger, she was content.  It was here she remembered a song her mother’s kin once sang.

Ces photos ont servi de flyers pour des concerts des groupes Another Day In Paradise / Podkayne fille de Mars et Animal Vacarme.