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Remember, Remember is a little online memoir of a thirty-something forgetful old soul from a small town in Eastern Samar, Philippines. This is her keepsake to the world, proof that she made memories, accounts of her sometimes exhilarating, sometimes wretched existence, and most importantly, where she echos her kaechosan.





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