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Irma S. Vanta

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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

I ♥ Leyte

The first time I was there, I paid my respect.  To a place I came to love.

The ruins of the Daniel Z. Romualdez Airport ... moments when I basked on sunshine and fresh air ...





 A said my prayers and shed tears ...the many lives lost and sorely missed altared in San Joaquin  Church.  The way we go and how bad it hurts, a few things in my list, "My No nonsense, unadulterated ask-all Questions to God", writin' em down, will post and will share soon as I'm done.










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