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December 19, 2020
Dec 13: On the outskirts of Baguio it's a veritable twilight zone. Climate abruptly changes and the general color shifts to uncomfortable yellow against the city's crisp green. In La Trinidad the terrain gently morphs into flat but still manages to shock you a few minutes in. It's like you were someone else entirely, which you were and weren't. The boundary is unclear but the realization is precise. You long to go back even if you've only been out of the city for a short time. Strange, because just before that you were raring to go somewhere else. Strange, that.