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PySeen - 2.1.0

Photo viewer with a lot of features to organize them and create html galleries. French langage ! (please help to translate)

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Photo viewer with a lot of features to organize them and create html galleries. French langage ! (please help to translate) - Import photos from camera - Full screen view, thumbnails - Annotate photos by keywords, place, persons, comments - Crop, rotate, enhance color, luminosity... - Select photos by keywords to create galleries

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