Where the Albay Gulf unfolds,
a ribbon of blue stitched with sunlight,
the Embarcadero stretches,
a concrete embrace along the shore.
The Mayon Volcano, a perfect cone,
hovers in the distance,
sometimes shy behind a veil of cloud, sometimes bold, its majestic presence
a constant, silent witness.
The air hums with a gentle energy,
the laughter of...
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