When I'm attuned to my heart's longings, I either grabbed my old Chinese brush or went out for a walk into some lonely place. And I sigh at the sunsets and hum songs of long ago when I was young and carefree.
Stories of Hopes and Struggles of the People living by the Jal-o River in Aklan Province, Panay Island, Philippines
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