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EVERYTIME I see Macajalar Bay, I remember lines of a beautiful poem which begins with, “Rage, rage, rage, against the dying of the light . . .” Deep inside I feel the pain and the anger not because of the dying of the light but in the impending death of an ecosystem whose beauty is both awesome and humbling.