The peaceful pictures of an idyllic city show the bustling business and live of those who reside in it. Once crystal clear waters are now riddled with diseased after a tsunami. Colorful fishes of many species swarmed the sandy white beaches, surrounded by aqua marine waters of purity. Those fish whom aren’t already dead or left these reefs have lost their long loved luster and now deal with debris filled brackish water. Bright rainbows of color strike the high eye, shining off of innocent family homes. All of those are pale from those waters that sucked the all of the precious life from them. Once, tall and imperialistic buildings stood watch over all that they could possibly see, and more. Post tsunami, there are no more. Once packed in to a point that almost resembles a can of sardines, today the city is little more than rubble. Once fully laden valleys of crops boasting their promise of a bountiful harvest decorated those spaces not filled with buildings. The fields have been stripped of their long worked for fruits of labor and all necessities to make those thrive. Deep green trees that so often carried the towns young during free time peppered the country side. Limp limbs now hang in sorrow, wishing for the day that they would be happy and healthy again. Those animals and humans who had served and cultivated the island now lay under heaps of trash or were pulled out to sea, never to see land again. Piers that once jutted out of the shoreline and held family fishing boats that ferried workers to and from the fishing reefs now lay ruined and scattered, drifting among the sea of rubble and water. Shipping containers had at one time proven to be useful storage tools, carrying valuable and indispensable items. During the tragedy, peaceful safe keepers were turned into malevolent clubs, thrown in every direction to destroy all that was loved.
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