Cold Mist

I have the feeling that it would always be remembered, no matter how older the university become. It would always be remembered every time the sun faded among the trees and the coldness rolled down the mountains in fine mist and crept up the knees...

A. N. Irasga Bonganay and E. M. Elot
Completed February 21, 2007
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