NAALALA MO PA BA AKO?

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Discovery writing inspirational..
Breaking glass was the anthem of my childhood. A day never went by without the sound of a beer bottle smashed into a thousand glittering fragments or a window falling foul to an errant stone. I don't think I ever saw the school without a cracked pane or the church free of a boarded up opening. Even now the sight or sound of it transports me back to unwanted places, troubled times. It takes me back to when breaking glass showered my dreams in sharp slivers, pierced the smooth souls of my childish feet and lay without remorse on stone either baked hot by the sun or frozen by the winter chill.