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Strangers, Friends, and Mauyog

There were a million cicadas singing the song of summer, the heat piercing the skin but warming the heart; the jovial ditty serenading the exhilarating ascent ahead. It was my second peak. The moment I decided to leave, I left for good. Whether it was because of heartbreak or boredom, I could not recall. Perhaps… Continue reading Strangers, Friends, and Mauyog