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This was a stopover on our way back from the Cauayan market. A quarter of a mile's walk from the highway near the boundary of Brgy. Bulata is the edge of a downward slope to Lina-on coast. It's a point where the sea, mountains, clouds, palm trees, huts and distant bancas paint a rustic tranquility we city-dwellers crave time and again.
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It is only when we silent the blaring sounds of our daily existence that we can finally hear the whispers of truth that life reveals to us, as it stands knocking on the doorsteps of our hearts. ~K.T. Jong
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Cauayan, Negros Occidental
March 2011
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