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For now, the villages still seem haunted by the ghostly reminders of what used to be. Children's toys and clothes litter the huts, bicycles lean carelessly against back walls, stew cakes in pots, crumpled bed sheets still bear the impress of daily life. But in the now deserted streets, no men chatter. No women call to their children. No chickens squawk. No insects buzz. "The silence is so deep," whispers a visitor to a relief worker. "I try not to listen," the medic responds. Yet it is all but impossible not to hear the echoes of the tragedy.