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August 8, 2019
That night she dreamed of him. In the dream they were walking on a knoll. On the other side, at eye level, is a waterfall, behind it a red sunset. "Home," they said in unison. They often did this before—say something at the same time. Once they were choosing between Bon Chon and KFC. "KFC," they said in unison then. In the dream, Baguio is behind the waterfall. They'd have to cross a bridge to reach it. She woke up before they got to. Somehow that gave her hope. But hope is fleeting. Hope is a 2-hour visitor.