Ebook Catalyst: In the Wake of the Great Bhola Cyclone The smell came first, then the tops of coconut palms, floating on tiny stalks above the placid Bay—at last the low mud bank with its horrendous burden of decaying bodies. I had to run the dinghy down the coast for over a mile before I could find a spot to land without stepping on one of the luckless victims of the cyclone. I scrambled up the slippery bank, nea
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