Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Daily Dose

From Scent of Apples: A Collection of Stories, by Bienvenido N. Santos


"How many times did the lonely mind take unpleasant detours away from the familiar winding lanes towards home for fear of this, the remembered hurt, the long lost youth, the grim shadows of the years; how many times indeed, only the exile knows."

From Scent of Apples

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