When winter comes, the world holds its breath. Snow drapes the earth in silence, and light softens like a secret kept close. Let yourself be still, let yourself listen — the quiet of winter speaks ...
An experimental visual poem combining film, animation, photography, and archival footage inviting people to occupy the Black Body and examine the lived Black experience for a brief moment.
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