Echoes of Purpose
Every sunrise held a whisper, a silent call to ink the day. We chased horizons, not for gold or glory, but for the thrill of the narrative unfolding. Each step, a verse; every challenge, a turning page. We lived, always, for the story that begged to be told.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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