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The drive to Ebony Hills was usually a pristine one. Marked with luscious pines with the sunlight peeping through the branches, the birds chirping a melody announcing your arrival, and of course, Chachu and Chachi’s sweet, warm smiles greeting me whenever I came to the Hills. But this time, the pines weren’t green enough, sunshine bright enough…. Continue Reading
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