Mountains
Buscalan and Scars of Happiness
My reasons varied from trivial to heartbreaking: unrequited love, flunked subjects, and daily battles with depression. I drank to drown the pain, but the damn pain knew how to swim…
Where the Gods Play
“I can’t do this anymore,” I thought, puffing oxygen from a can.…
Buscalan and Scars of Happiness
Sixteen. I went home from a concert drunk on alcohol, but mostly…
The Forest Is Where Wounds Mend
Breath vapor escaped from my mask as the balmy streets of Kias,…
Seeking Adventure in Calayan Island
The first time I heard of Calayan Island was when I was…
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