Back in the conscious world. Back from oblivion. Back from Baguio. Back to the hard steps of door knocking and window wonderings. Back here in the office.
Back to the every day hopes.
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When you're up there in plateau, mountains above your valley, the stars are so near, you feel 'heavenly'. I feel at home, where ever it is.
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Another poetry blogger? I wonder
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