JaegerHomeMemoir by Jaeger Galicha Aspiring Writer/Musician July 2, 2021 0 1 min I was born… … in Sibuyan Island, On a warm, windy Wednesday evening. The Chicks clucked, cheeped, and crowed. Cicadas pulsated to crescendo. Share this:ShareClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on X (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Memoir Post navigation Next post
