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By Fae Marie Esperas Kiltepan sunrise in Sagada, Mt. Province His tears were like pearls falling from his eyes as he held me in his arms. Round and misty, they instantly turned into ice crystals before they even landed on the ground. But I no longer felt the warmth of his embrace. I know it’s me,...

To read or to write stories is to have hope Somewhere in a book, the sky is blue and there is birdsong rustling through the treetops. People hold hands, or hug, or kiss without fear. Friends walk side by side, arm in arm or arm over shoulder. No matter how dark the premise is in a story, there is...