I love the ringing voices of the half-feral children in provincial Malabugas.
I love the families that bind parent to child,
brother to sister, cousin to cousin.
I love the elders receiving the respect they
deserve.
I love the soft weight of freshly picked Philippine
mangoes.
I love the sting of flavor delivered by a
thumb-sized calamansi lime.
I love the city street cats and the curly-tailed
dogs commanding the province.
I love the muscular fish, metallic and fresh from
the sea.
I love the hum and crawl of the city forty stories
below me in my tower.
I love riding tricycles in Bayawan.
I love the sea grasping at, but never claiming, the
white sands on the beach.
I love the palm trees.
I love my island wife,
and her girls
and
everyone they hold near.
—Mitchell
Hegman



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