Seeping through the tiny cracks of the San Juan Nepomuceno ruins in Moalboal, are these veins of random plants. Full of life amidst the forgotten state of what was once a church every babies in town were baptized. It's solid facade remains stoic and unmoved, while pigments of surrounding stones ends up flickering to dust and surrendering in time. The only sign of moving forward, are these green life-forms which breathes from the very hard spot, man have been trying to left in ruins for decades.
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