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Listening beyond color should be centered in the culture of all countries. We should be able to learn and focus on the content and not what we see. While it is obvious that giving attention on what we see is important, it is equally important not to be guided by it alone. Society should not feel obliged to give a grade and human beings should not feel restrained by it. We are worth a lot more than a grade. This detail also supported my project on the escalavage, but I would like to pair it with the photos that put on stage a young black woman. It is her story that is interesting. To be able to listen while watching and understanding the background through a look and a depth. The content is much more important than the surface, but it is also important to pay attention to what we see because it speaks. We must listen to it to understand the whole. 

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