Dust is hard to breathe.

Loving Dakar also means putting up with its unforgiving January harmattan winds. A thick fog of dust mixed with exhaust smoke envelops the corniche as people get to work or come back from it. The city takes on a yellow cloudy tint. For a time, she is a new kind of beautiful - not bright, electric blue, and warm; but covered, mysterious, and slow. She would be perfect if dust wasn't so hard to breathe.

In this animated piece, the seasons of the city are placed in context of each other. Each vig

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