“Hey, look at this!” There she was, my friend Tonet, standing motionless before a gravestone. “It’s weird. Look.” Her finger led my eyes to two words in particular --- LAST SEEN. Since I learned about the word, my idea of a “cemetery” had always been very simple — a place where dead bodies are buried. But right in front of me was a big block of stone that smashed that definition. Here lies not the body of a person but a memory, buried in dirt, topped with a white stone. A memory. READ MORE: thepoortraveler.net/2011/10/mission-compound-cemetery-sagada/
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