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Somewhere in Guadeloupe. Caribbean sunshine and sea air. Over the years, humidity, salt and sea spray have attacked the sheet metal, rusting, eating, tearing and sculpting it. The modest Creole hut - whether abandoned or not - has become a work of art, or a gallery open to the sky, wind and sea.
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