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Monthly Archives: November 2006
Exaltation
He danced to the music in his mind. Wild and in total abandon. Free from the trappings of convention and without inhibitions. Fluid and unrelenting. Like the rushing wind in the howling plains of San Fernando. \ He jumped and … Continue reading
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Little Big Voices
I’ve often wondered how a certain song can reduce even the most callous of men to tears. If physical pain, that direct way of encouraging the tear ducts to produce water, can be endured, what chance can a little sound … Continue reading
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Story in Reverse
FINAL INSTALLMENT \ \ “I’m not sure if things will stay the same, Lar. I’m five years older since last night.” \ She walked slowly towards the curb, away from him, minding the cracks in the pavement. “Step on the … Continue reading
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Sleepless in Siaton and Some Blahs
There’s a place in Negros named Siaton. Two years in a row I went to that place to audit, back when I was still an attache case carrying member of a large accounting firm. I liked Siaton for the many … Continue reading
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The Tunnel at Bachelorville
They\’92ve all gone; packed their bags, their cigarettes. Got themselves neat haircuts and wore rings. They\’92ve crossed over. \ \’93It was time,\’94 they said. \ They can no longer stay inside the tunnel. They\’92ve embraced the light they\’92ve been eyeing … Continue reading
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