In the distance, the ocean shimmers.
They skip along the shoreline, the bright March sun burning their pink-tinged skins. And the winds and the waves carry their childlike laughter to the islands, to the birds, to the trees--infinite echoes of intoxicating bliss.
All too soon, the sun sinks and the skies dim, yet their strides never falter. The clouds will soon roll over, but in their young, carefree hearts, everyday is and will always be summer.
Leyte, 2013
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