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Virac Timberyard


 Remnants of a mining lumberyard: GI hamlets, lengthy foot trails, tree stumps, trees, and saplings.


The basketball court served as the community center. Saturdays, the Anglican Church services were celebrated here. On the far end is the Day Care Center. There are too many memories of occassional visits to manang Espirita and manong Warney with their endearing hospitality. They both departed early from their earthly lives, and may now be the good spirits  guarding the Virac Timberyard. Although manang Espirita always contended that the soul goes right back to God, in her vocal defiance to those who believed otherwise.


A marriage ceremony was on progress. One of the many that we were invited in. Before this wedding, I last saw the bride as a toddler romping around this basketball court in her dusty pony tails and dirty fingers. How time flies.
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