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Stuck in rush hour traffic, I contemplate how time flies all too quickly.
Where did the last fourteen days go?
So much has changed in twenty years.
Most things remain the same.
Being back in this city is a weird, warped and blurry experience.
Things are both familiar and foreign...
Like the jeepney that scuttles and shuffles.
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