No one sees them except as dirt, weeds, to be cleared, cleansed from the wall, the roadside, the ditches, ... with August 17, our National Day.
Mother Nature planted, cared for them, nobody else.
Mother Nature planted, cared for them, nobody else.
When I visited the cemetery near Rancamaya, while hunting for wild flowers with my camera, many women workers came to me. They thought I were a relative and said that they were to clear the tomb from the weeds.
I said: "Why? Look, they're so beautiful." They were astonished someone was asserting, saying that.
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