Yesterday, there were no stairs but earth gathered and humped
Twigs crouched on our feet, faint jungle in silence
We hiked and reached the top with only the murmur of clouds and kids laughter
We, daring of a moment's surrender crossed the boundaries
Mary, Immaculate Mother, sing our hearts!
Mary, Immaculate Mother, sing our hearts!
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photography by riza martinez. tabgon caramoan camarines, sur. may 2016