Midsummer Gitnang Tag-Araw Beginning: Sarah Mae R. Ismael
Midsummer Gitnang Tag-Araw Beginning: Sarah Mae R. Ismael
Ismael
Midsummer
By Manuel Arguilla
Beginning
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He pulled down his hat until the wide brim
touched his shoulders.
He crouched lower under the cover of his cart
and peered ahead.
The road seemed to writhe under the lash of
the noon-day heat; it swum from side to side,
humped and bent itself like a feeling serpent,
and disappeared behind the spur of a low hill
on which grew a scrawny thicket of bamboo.
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Gitnang Tag-araw
Ni Manuel Arguilla
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She had filled her jar and was rolling the kerchief
around her hand into a flat coil where she placed on
her head.
Without glancing at him, where she had stopped some
distance off, she sat down on her heels, gathering the
folds of her skirt between her widespread knees.
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