Photographer's Note

Fatouma partait l'cole coranique,
comme chaque matin.
Elle longeait la plage dserte et les eaux turquoises.
Elle tenait ses chaussures la main pour ne pas les mouiller.
Comme chaque matin.
Elle emportait son cahier,
et ses rves de libert.
Elle vivait proche du paradis.
mais elle ne le savais pas.

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Fatouma left to the Koranic school,
like each morning.
She skirted the deserted beach and the blue water.
She held her shoes with the hand not to wet them, like each morning.
She carried her book, and her dreams of freedom.
She lived close to the paradise.
But she did not know.

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Additional Photos by Bertrand DEVIMEUX (devimeuxbe) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 5065 W: 200 N: 10960] (58557)
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