Back in the days when politics had not yet beset the city of Butuan living there was very simple, and that same simplicity made life beautiful. If you walked down the old cathedral alley you would hear Maya birds chirp somewhere in the trees and nests hidden high up on deep corners of the church. Once inside the chamber, a different silence would take over, and the shade someway, somehow gave you solace. Going out the huge main doorway, the sunlight struck you first and then the colorful view of the park flowed in from across the street, and in a strange way it makes you miss your dad, if he was so good to you, on Sunday mornings after mass- The popcorns, cotton candies and ice creams. They still sell corn on carts at the
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