
Jaeger
I was born… … in Sibuyan Island, On a warm, windy Wednesday evening. The Chicks clucked, cheeped, and crowed. Cicadas pulsated to crescendo.
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.