ode to the ordinary

ode to the ordinary

Walking to Yoghurt House, I heard her footsteps from behind me. Tiny but sure. From the time I took my phone out ’til I snapped this photo, she shot past me. I clicked anyway because I wanted to remember. She was on her way home.

(Sagada, 28 Jan 2013)

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