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'''It's early morning at the Sambirano crossing, just as the sun rises, there is usually a rush hour and a bit of a traffic jam building up — not caused 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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