Jaeger
I was born… … in Sibuyan Island, On a warm, windy Wednesday evening. The Chicks clucked, cheeped, and crowed. Cicadas pulsated to crescendo.
Glimpses On Life & Music.
Memoirs and songs.
Memoirs and songs.
I was born… … in Sibuyan Island, On a warm, windy Wednesday evening. The Chicks clucked, cheeped, and crowed. Cicadas pulsated to crescendo.
Giant palm-shaped islands sprawled out into the Persian Gulf, north of Dubai. They stretched like fourteen fingers toward the sea which was why they were called The Palm. A sand bar made a halo around the fronds which shielded the houses and buildings from the […]
Memoir
