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The Moon at 616

It was full moon last night. I was struck by this celestial wonder when I looked up at the night sky. Even though it was shrouded by clouds, the bright light filtered though them and spurred me to get photos of it.



Almost immediately I recalled a running joke we had back in high school. A male classmate was acting weird and when one of us asked him why, he answered, "It was full moon last night." Naturally, the most impish of us picked it up and used the line every time something needed explaining. Why did you (insert action)? "Because it was  full moon last night." In some cases, youth may be wasted in the young but they sure laugh a lot more.

BTW, 616 is our barangay number. A barangay is the smallest unit of government in the Philippines.

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