THE ENCORE by Czerizha Kaizel S. Adzuara
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emedios Street sang the chorus of playing children in a humid afternoon.
There was a rhythm of Langit Lupa. Children’s clothes were damped in sweat and their feet soiled by the ground. The little souls played heaven and earth. As twilight fell, their mothers came one by one. They nagged about the soiled clothes and held towels to wipe the sweat off from the children’s brows.
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