Children with their dreamy kites.
Had a very playful wind who gladly played with the village kids.
They painted a very pretty picture with the sunflowers.
Still amazed that I can still see that distinct mountain from my home... though I'm a couple of miles away. The locals call it "susung dalaga"... meaning "maiden's breast"... too bad it's only one... but one breast will suffice I guess. Haha.
Young girls chewing and sucking on unpeeled sugarcanes... childhood memories...
Yeah, I am still happy! Can you believe the power of it?:D
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When we are with those kids we become small once again. I have seen this with my parents, my sister and have felt it myself...
I feel its important for everyone to be a child sometimes and smile innocently.
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