While a friend of mine is mourning the passing of her father, an urn of ashes in her arms, I am with mine, sharing Max's Chicken at Tiendesitas and relishing our time out.
Old soul from Manila catching up on the good karma due her all these years.
You see, I want a lot. Perhaps I want everything: the darkness with every infinite fall and the shivering blaze of every step up.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
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