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Amajuba - Like Doves We Rise, the kind of theatre to watch and feel a sense of emptiness that your life can't be as harrowing. All the while thankful of the life being nowhere near as harrowing as those of the cast members' tales.

Appearing in the 133rd issue of street rag, The Brag, a review that renders itself as one of the harder rewrites in a short while. Like they all are. Inevitably.

Soon Van - Tuesday, 8 November 2005 - 11:48

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