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Boxing Day
Taiwan
My first Christmas without both my son and my daughter
I fled to the mountains.




























On my way home, and I handed in the films for development.
The camera shop guy was glued to the television.
He mumbled and pointed to the counter.
I thought he was rather rude.

Until I realised what he was staring at.
Tsunami

Count not what is lost, but what is left.

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