Flying Home Niger The Red Planet
The unchanging times at the place where I live
Time is like the wind, it sweeps across the majestic landscape and over the horizon
It leaves the creases in the rocks the waves in the sand and shapes the trees to its whims
The cows walk home, almost flying in a cloud of dust, they are following their own will
Here, the cries and the words of the humans are lost in the echo of infinity
Photo Hugh Ardoin Niger The Red Planet Gallery
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