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![]() Dear Kåre เลียม Enga ![]() This is one of the most beautiful poems in your selection, ever. I already knew this poem and commented on it as I recall, but I wanted to do so again on your Anniversary! These lines, these words, these images took my breath away. It whispers, it flows, it is devastatingly brutal. The tsunami of December 26, 2004. I was in Denver, Colorado, when it happened. I flew back home the day after and was glued to my television set for days. My late mum was born in Sumatra, Medan, and the devastation and deaths, and the missing in Atjeh were mindblowing. I wanted to help out so I left for Atjeh in May to see if I could be of service putting up a shelter for kids. I was of no use, so the plan didn't work out. But I had my catharsis moment reliving the tsunami in the ocean near my hotel. Very strong tidal waves. Your words brought back these horrible moments of 2004/5. In the most beautiful, but gruesome way. Thanks! ![]() WakeUpAndLive~Petra's Vacay ![]() ![]() ![]()
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