if i can go back to you, excitedly zigzag through your rice paddies and stumble over your muddy trails again, i will. to feel your cool breeze and smell the sweet petrichor after the lazy rain. arms stretched towards your endless pearl sky, you just amazed me… god has blessed you with such honest ingenuity. he’s let simple hands sculpt your beauty. Banaue, will I ever see you again?

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