Through Writers' Personal Account

Through Writers' Personal Account

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Romance
In Baguio there is a sea of creative writers sunning beneath it's thick fog. They swim on their own mind, sometimes play and fly with their god and goddesses. Once, Americans lived in their place. And when they left and sailed back to West, their words were left behind. This is the story of Justine Dela Cruz, the Manila girl who lived alone on the cities polluted air. Year after year she watched one season pass into another and searched for the guy who originally owned and wrote a novel that won a certain National Memorial Awards for Literature. But while she searched, she kept her own self saved from going down deep to ground, she met enemies and fought her own mom. It is a story of survival, a story of finding beauty in the ugliest of the situations and a story of true love.
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