Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again.
– The Garden of Evening Mists by Tan Twan Eng
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Saan galing ang hugot na ‘yan?
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Hahahha. Isa yan sa mga paborito kong linya sa librong Garden of Evening Mists
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