The Edge of the Sea
The scent from the bay carries something like memories from the edge of the sea where the sun goes at the end of the day. I inhale the breeze As I watch the sun retreat into the edge of the sea, and I wonder what’s there, and why the scents from the edge of the sea seem to carry memories, and whether the ships moored along the harbor ever get there.
—Cristina Montes
Cristina A. Montes is a graduate of the University of Asia and the Pacific (A.B. Humanities, Specializing in Philosophy) and the University of the Philippines
(Bachelor of Laws).
