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Photographer's Note

Les fumerolles du matin traversaient les rues de Stone Town,
jouaient un drole de jeu avec les rayons de lumières.
Les motos passaient au travers des voilages.
Elles bousculaient les particules en suspension.
Mais les raies de lumière étaient fixes.
Elles semblaient solides et impénétrables.

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The fumerolles of the morning crossed the streets of Stone Town,
played a strange game with the rays of lights.
The motor bikes passed through nets curtain.
They hustled the suspended particles.
But the lines of light were fixed.
They seemed solid and impenetrable.

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