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thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light,


what obscure brilliance opens between your columns?


what ancient night does a man touch with his senses?


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Later, I rested on a hammock under towering coconut palms as a gracious Filipino waiter handed me an ice-cold margarita. Welcome to Saipan, your home away from home.


Saipan is three and a half hours from Manila via Continental Air Micronesia to Guam followed by a 30-minute flight to the northern Marianas capital.


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Two rivers of thought

By DE RERUM NATURA By Maria Isabel Garcia | June 23, 2005 - 12:00am

Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? what ancient night does a man touch with his senses?

Science and Environment

Saipan: So Near, So Dear

By Christine S. Dayrit | June 24, 2001 - 12:00am

I walked a stretch of beach, watching the sand become almost luminous by the light of a gibbous moon. A wave rolled up and dissolved into ribbons of froth. Later, I rested on a hammock under towering coconut palms...

Sunday Lifestyle

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