A cyclone struck a wide low land area in Burma. More than 100,000 corpses, many still lay lying, rotting in drowned fields. Stench and terror in the air, aid slow to come, but coming indeed. A frantic mother, fear, terror, saddness, wretched tears in eyes, holds her young daughter, all amidst the quiet, deathly scene. A figment of reality. Reality, that means: it IS, it IS happening, right now. A gigantic crustal plate of the earth, like the ones upon which the buildings we are in are founded, shifts a mere 7 meters and in another place 13 meters. All
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