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'''It's early morning at the Sambirano crossing, just as . As the sun rises, there is usually a 's rush hour and with a bit of a traffic jam building up — not . Not by motor cars but — , by ox-powered carts slowly rolling across the narrow bridge delivering on their way to deliver fresh crops from the countryside to the central marketplace. <!--They would have begun their journeys from their villages while still dark.-->'''
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