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Fri 09 Jun 2006
Category : Singapore Naturalist
I called you thus because you washed ashore on Area D1 of Pulau Tekong. You died with a full stomach, with sea grass fragments in your mouth. I did not know why you died, but hoped you had lived a full life.
With cold-blooded efficiency, I studied your anatomy and carved you up to extract viscera, skull and lower jawbone. I left your body behind for others to bury, but I will be back for your skeleton.
But really Diana, I wish I never met you.
I wish you could have remained the secret surprise for some lucky sailor in the shallow waters off north-eastern Singapore.
And I wish your seagrass habitats were not being turned into land, or that we had to struggle so hard to retain such tiny fragments.
We aren't doing a very good job of co-existence.
So I do so desperately hope, with all my heart and soul, that the little kids we talk to about you, will come to love you enough to do a better job.
The burning sun hid and the skies wept eversince we buried you.
R.I.P Diana. I will never forget you.