In the gently lit and gently winding roads of Cape Town’s southern suburbs, the noise of a woman’s crying moves the air. Between the sprinklers and their silver night time rains, over the polished roof of every vehicle – intermittent – a sobbing like these streets have never heard before.
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In the gently lit and gently winding roads of Cape Town’s southern suburbs, the noise of a woman’s crying moves the air. Between the sprinklers and their silver night time rains, over the polished roof of every vehicle – intermittent – a sobbing like these streets have never heard before.