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beforescamperingoff tofindcover
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raincameearlier—andheavier
— thanexpected,however, forcing
me toseekshelterundera tinyroof
onacornerofVigan’scenturies-
oldMenaCrisologostreet. Iwas
drenched fromhead to toe, camera
included,but feeling far from
miserable.Thescenebeforemewas
trulymagical.
