Revisited Orchid Island a week after the typhoon hazard. Traveling alone, I looked at this island from distant, tried to remember everything projected into my eyes. 

Gradually I had some close friends, and little by little to know the world in their minds. Destroyed land shown on TV; Scenic pictures taken by tourists; but what cannot be seen, are spirits of ancestors within the bushes; are treasurable water sources in the deep mountain; are the taros waiting to bud in the farm; are the computers crashes in the families; are the calms stick to the coral reef; and the radiation hidden everywhere.

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