Memories of Mindanao, Part 16

“At last, it was time for Rosie to sing. If I had been a swallow flying overhead, I surely would have stopped to perch myself on a tree branch just to hear the mournful voice resonating from this tiny home amidst the trees.”

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Memories of Mindanao, Part 15

“At the crest of a hill behind the crowded lushness of the forest you catch a glimpse: bits of turquoise peeking through the dense foliage until the whole expanse opens up before you-a little ocean cradled by peaks.”

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Memories of Mindanao, Part 10

“The land still lay sleeping by the riverside when we arrived at dawn. Wisps of bright kulintang music wafted towards us from the ceremonial house like echoes from a timeless place. ”

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