The park

Children everywhere play in the sunshine, a very light wind rustles palms fronds and carries the smell of a nearby mimosa. A lone man plays the kora on the edge of the fountain. It is Sunday afternoon in Montpellier.

How can life be so magnificent and so ugly all at once?

Salif Keita – Ana ne ming


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