What an adventure. Should I even call it that? Year 2009, you were not as I expected. A time of mindfuckness; please, pass me a cup of tea, I cannot lay forth the storyboard in one breath. I have learned a lot walking through the 10 foot deep gravel where my face became buried amongst the sharp, hard edges—how heavy and cold they were and how difficult it was to change the positions of my movement. Breathe. There are little holes that lead to the surface. I miss air. I want to go to a place where people can breathe. Unlike the city.
The rice terrace fields of Banaue
The rice terrace fields of Banaue
The rice terrace fields of Banaue
The rice terrace fields of Banaue
The rice terrace fields of Banaue
The rice terrace fields of Banaue
The rice terrace fields of Banaue
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