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The way we were

By BREATHING SPACE by Panjee Tapales-Lopez | January 27, 2002 - 12:00am

I have a growing pile of photographs on my desk. Once in a while, I sift through the stack and note my glaring absence in them. The few photos of me aren’t so hot either. Unless I pose, which I do not particularly...

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