It was less a story than a prayer. For this place that had seized me to remain pure, to become constant, so that I could return one day and find its place in my heart still intact.
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a blog by Julia Escano
It was less a story than a prayer. For this place that had seized me to remain pure, to become constant, so that I could return one day and find its place in my heart still intact.
Read MoreIt’s a piece on the rich, varied, and sometimes disjointed textures of my home, Manila, and how this has come to define me as a traveler and a citizen of a global world. Read it here.
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