(view from my cousin's house in our home province Samar.)
this is the exact same bridge my childhood playmates used to dive off from when they'd go swimming in the river underneath, the exact same bridge I and siblings had dreamt of jumping from as kids but wouldn't dare to lest we earn our parents' wrath. mama had this whole spiel about how dirty the river was or how dangerous it was to dive from the famous bridge, and we'd always end up as jealous spectators, admiring the jumpers from the river bank, imagining how much fun we'd have if we were allowed to get our feet wet.
in hindsight, it was indeed a less-than-clean river. but in my head, i'd like to think of it as the river under the famous bridge i never got to jump from.:D
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this is not a new picture but i had "365 project" in my head when i took it so i guess it still counts.:)
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