MEDIUM RARE

Purplish mountains. Blue skies. And dreaming under fluffy white clouds, pine trees reaching for the sun.

Each time I set foot in Baguio City, I imagine it as timeless. Mornings at 8 feel the same as afternoons at 5, just before the sun sets.

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