the sea itself a dream
a dream of blue on green.
e.j.
The sea is still a beautiful blue. The beach is still white in most parts. But many, many things have changed. There are too many people now, many of whom I don't know and who in turn don't know me. There are rebels close by. The old house is in a sorry state. My father is no longer there. It is my childhood paradise no more.
(Hamoraon, Camarines Sur Jan 2010)
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