BURMA'S great Irrawaddy river runs flat and muddy. It twines and forks through kilometres of rich delta and has always given nurture and good fortune to the people of southern Burma. But in the wake of Cyclone Nargis, death and sickness have replaced the captivating beauty of this triangle of fertile land. A terrible sadness has settled in. In many places, not a living thing moves - not even a thread of smoke from a village fire. It is deathly still. The pinnacles of the pagodas that dot the landscape have toppled in the wind. Bodies float in the water like chunks of wood. Trees are down,...
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