Until my ghastly tale is told, this heart within me burns. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Midway, an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, 2000 km from any coastline, seeming unspoilt, only it is not.

Tragic, almost too unbearable to watch. These birds would have died a terrible death. And the killer, Man.

There is no excuse for waste, we buy tat we do not want, we fail to close the loops, fail to recycle, all so greedy Big Business can carry on making a quick buck.


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