Posting one of summer’s last sunflower, writing a letter to July. If weddings were poetry here is why its so romantic to get married in Baguio. All very well put into words by a poem by Pablo Neruda.
“My poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests”
Poetry in photographs.
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