No time or words

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Maybe that's why I haven't posted lately. But I do have something for the lack of words... this is the video i made right after Cape Town for 16 Days of Activism to end Gender Violence, International Women Human Rights Defenders Day and Human Rights Day. photos from apwld photo archives, video and soudbites from one in nine campaign rally at cape town.

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