There were flowers, posters, candles, poems everywhere. You could almost 'feel' the shadows of tears and pain by just standing there. There is a magnanimous void of silence in this place even though it's enveloped by city noise. And it's surprising because Kuta's street is always swarming with souvenir hawkers, drug dealers, American tourists, pimps and KFC's.
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