![]() At nearly one minute before 8:00 a.m., the morning after Christmas, 2004, the force of the compression explodes along a section of rock some one hundred miles off the west coast of Sumatra. Long ago, a thousand miles east of Sri Lanka, more than fifteen miles below the surface of the Indian Ocean, two gigantic shelves of rock, tectonic plates, pressed against each other - the rim of what scientists call the India Plate began to push underneath the Burma Plate. It took centuries for the pressure to build. She steps carefully among scattered bricks, tourist snapshots, china plates, the flotsam and jetsam of life before the wave. ![]() Nearby, a dog with low-hanging teats and a face smeared with blood scavenges for scraps. ![]() Writhing, squirming, they feast on some unseen flesh. Beneath me the ground seems to move, twisting and turning in on itself. ![]() Today there's a torn shoe and a piece of broken fence. They come every morning, leave without answers. Two Sri Lankan villagers walk along the water's edge, searching for bodies washed up by the tide. Small waves, one after the other, lap the shore. ![]()
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