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Hope to see same scenery as   here.. From my flickr account.  I manipulated it from the original which i took from Ms. Blandina Kalang-ad of UP Baguio MOuntaineers.

Everybody could grow, much as the beautifully grown wild weed on the field of concrete . Weeds could grow alone, so am I.  As days of my tender years being left from the path Im treading, I surely would say, time wasnt the only thing i killed (what could be the others). Memories, though temporarily attached to my ever-wondering mind, I will do my best for them to stay permanent. They could be hidden from the rest for the meantime, but i would ensure that they would co-exist with the world that is always being peeled. In time, that is not so faraway from now, they will let themselves be seen and felt.  They will abruptly spread and tell the go