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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The women marched with a solidarity born from a long and tireless unified fight. The anticipation was palpable, excitement charged murmurings as they moved as one, the clip clop of heels along the pavement..</div>]]></description>
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         <title>A chorus of clacking heels marked the movement of the women. They marched as one purposeful mob through the hallowed halls of the complex, a buzz of excitement radiating through the group as they whispered of future possibilities. Nothing seemed more right than seeing the sun beaming through the glass doors at the end of the dark hall; the perfect metaphor to symbolise a battle hard won. They had waited a long time for this day. </title>
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         <title>Although unintentional, the sound of their collective heels moving in unison made quite the noise.  Heads turned as the group strode with purpose.  Only one knew where they were going, but everyone walked with purpose.  Excitement was building and the ladies broad smiles reflected their curiosity and   anticipation of where they might be going.  To be reassigned seemed like a privilege and the prospect of change from the dreary computing room was almost too much to hope for.  </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;</div><div>There was only the faint tapping of the typewriters as we sat waiting for the announcement. She walked in and smiled 'Ladies, we've been reassigned'. The room lit up as we collected our papers and headed out of the room. Like a marching band of glee we strutted down the hallway in perfect formation. Calm but excited we chatted about our new role with each step toward our goal. There was a pause as we approached the doorstep. 'Ladies, welcome' the words we were all waiting to hear. We knew we had won.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The tap-tap-tap of their uncomfortable heels hitting the cool, white floor was a sound unlike any other. The determination in each step was fierce and powerful - a force to be reckoned with.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>There was a scratching of chairs against the tiles as each lady left her seat behind the calculator. The sound of anticipation could be heard in the high heeled steps down the hallway. If the grey walls were alive, they would find themselves stepping back to make way for the impressive quantity of women walking through, heads held high, shoulders pressed back. Suddenly, they all erupted through the doors opened and into a bright blue day.</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;</div><div>The women strode through the halls with purpose, exuding pride and vindication. Their hard work had paid off and they were now heading into the next phase of their lives together.&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>We were used to our cramped, dark room. It had been longer than any of us had wanted. There was one of us more determined than the rest who gave us a slight sense of hope that things could be different. Then they were. She marched triumphantly into the room, and before she even opened her mouth, I knew things were about to change. We all knew.<br>&nbsp;No one spoke a word. The rustling of papers were almost applauding us as we got ready to walk out of that room for the final time.&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Steps that we had not been able to take suddenly felt so easy. We were all together, the momentum of every woman moving in sync to our higher calling pushed us each further than we could have moved by ourselves. We breathed in this new sense of victory, and could not keep ourselves from smiling.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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