I listened to the hush of this glorious sunset as Manila Bay bathe in the crimson evening glow. Like copper in the furnace, the horizon burns and the city eagerly waits for the night to cover its sorrows.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. ~ Kahlil Gibran
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