But it's okay because I guess that's one way to know we're still very much alive.
Had seven patients, a heavy and unhealthy dinner, a stroll down the streets of Iloilo City to celebrate its annual opening salvo with all its street dancing.
A funny text from my mother.
A reminder to keep me going.
A look through a soul.
A cold January wind to remember.
A cold January wind to remember.
A perfect shade of grey kind of gloomy sunset.
A bump into an old friend.
A bump into an old friend.
The beat of the drums your heart could dance to.
A new hope each morning.
Well-balanced. It's okay, everything is.
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1.17.14 (written on a piece of a tissue paper)
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1.17.14 (written on a piece of a tissue paper)
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