The wreckage held as a monument to Machel.
As i laid on my back among the 35 tuned wind harp type steel tubes, I realized how beautiful a concept it is to give each name, carved into a stone plaque in the middle of the "forest" of steel tubes, a voice.
The inevitability of the wind here, and even the weeping rust stains on the cement all conspire to bring about an air of melancholy that is palpable at this site. 
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