Viewed from our house azotea, Mount Bulusan looks like a maiden's breast without a nipple. Sometimes it is covered with a soft bra-liked form of clouds and sometimes none at all. The mood of the volcano seems to dictate what type of cloud to wear for the day. As for the nipple--there is no need for one. Her arteries instead supply the freshest of water to our tap and the rest of the communities around her.
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