wednesday, five p.m. san pablo city.
my affinity for sunsets started in college.
the splendour of sundown for me was an ideal ending from a week's worth of studying.
i'd position myself on the rightmost corner of the car as if asking the remaining rays to blind me.
it became almost of a ritual.
the beauty of it all is otherworldly and rousing-even named my short story dapithapon.
i got a 98. okay, a 97.
maybe my gay prof liked the morbid theme.
my teacher's petting paid off.
it's dusk now.
too much espasol.
and kesong puti.
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