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Marlon M. Castor
Lagoon
The cool tropic wind soothes
as it subtly weaves its way
through moon-drenched palms
and sampaguitas.
And over to the east,
a slumbering hillside cascades
into the overwhelming arms
of the...
Memoirs of a retired teenager
The old neighborhood is quiet these days. Or
maybe it’s just me.
Since entering law school, I haven’t been out much — treading the sloping streets...
