Scrambling for the first pick as garbage turns into money.
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midnight...wrenching my hands...my mind twisted but clear enough to write...i pound away on the keyboard and the words pour from my hands...i write of travel... and life's spite...
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- §°§ NARGUILA NIGHTS §°§
- walang p.
- of wanderers and goodbyes
- Ping and me
- Ping Lacson visits
- family visit
- Best Musical Instrument
- truckload of opportunities
- Mountain of wealth
- Scrambling for the first pick as garbage turns int...
- Smokey Mountain
- amidst the garbage, a ray of hope, a smile of a ch...
- hope in a pile of garbage
- Final Goodbye to the Pope
- blog addiction
- Eternal Rest Unto Pope John Paul II (1920-2005)
- breath-taking...
- silky waters on the arve
- Beautiful Polly
- Talk to me
- Polly is shy
- Moi!!!
- Photo Accomplice: Nikki
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