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The Finest Season: Autumn

Beneath the golden leaves of those maple trees was a dream come true. This country offered me various opportunities my own home cannot. Although at times, I feel rough and topsiturvy, I could still count my blessings.

The fallen leaves represent every defeat, misery & anguish I had. Regrets? No. For every Autumn that comes & goes, is a soul that is hungry for new experiences and adventures.

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Filipino-Canadian. Lives in Ottawa, Ontario. Full time frontliner, part-time scribbler.

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