Moments in Time



One late afternoon early in March, the ricefield by the Balete Elementary School was oozing with golden glow. From a distance, one could smell the aroma of ripening ricestalks, its hays gently dancing to the tune of the cool summer breeze. The setting sun painted a somber scene as if telling me that this day will never be again.

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