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Favela The House of the Rising Sun
Favela, lawless shantytowns in Brazil, is a hotbed of crime.
However, they are also towns where families live lives and children play.
Even on the place like Favela where the harsh environment rejects outsiders,
the sun rises in the morning.
I wanted to portrait my thoughts for Favela as a one of the places where a child could walk alone under the sun peacefully.
I hope you can see a little boy walking home from school in the picture.
I portrayed whole background of this picture only to portrait the boy.
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