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Saturday, March 10, 2007

Sampaloc Lake



Our childhood memories of this beautiful lake, cold and rushing through every bit of my being. Once again, a picture of a carefree youth when wild hair would not have mattered. When effortless smiles were easy to come by. Alas, they are no more.

But with the lake behind us, Ling and I, we will always be young!

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