
Day #10: Longing
Longing It was during those nights when she couldn’t sleep that Marina usually felt the old familiar longing she’d come to know as a child and teenager. Longing, for her, was experiencing something you thought you loved and was finally yours, only to have it slip or snatched away from your fingers, disappearing from your life before you could enjoy it longer. One was a secluded beach in Antique, at the northern regions of Panay province. Instead of sand, the beach had pebbles