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“I hear voices when I see these empty rooms. Oh yes, clear sounds of laughter, whispers, shouts, and the buzz of a thousand conversations. Hopes and dreams and the horribly mundane blended and phonic twisted and most likely overheard by someone next door or on the street who probably did not care, but listened anyway because they could not help it. Then they wandered to their own destination. Their own room. Full of their own life. Now empty. Or, do you hear? Ah yes, birds in flight, their little wings beating and breaking the silence of so many voices gone by.” – David Alan Harvey/Magnum
