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It all started in 1955, when one breath was taken from this world. Clean and pure the breath was as the rhythm of one heart took its place within the arms of innocent loving arms. The eyes of a soul not yet to mistake the wonders of a world so inviting. The mind of creation on the first night of dreams bestows a pathway to a journey of discovery for this one soul, a new discovery to behold and to be told. Wonders of the world? How many wonders are in this world to now behold and be told? There has been talk of seven wonders of the world, enough talk, thank-you. There is but stillness and cold upon one wonder I behold, the wonder of nine and the sum of a dime plus one. Perhaps an illness has wandered upon and into the grey regions of mankind. The grey dust yet unsettled in the graves unmarked, yet by the blood of angry men, oh the children cry. I cry. …. And now…Fukushima….I still cry.  Imre Kolozsvary.

 

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