Archive for August, 2010
My dream starts with me under a scaffolding…one of hundreds. The scaffolds had metal for poles but black, tattered cloth for the middle part. They raised high up, buildings high. I end up going up, behind me Nanay Enchang (my paternal grandmother) and Vince (my brother). I lose sight of them when I reach a [ READ MORE ]
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