June 10, 2014

Suspended, cradled in my hammock, momentarily back in the safety of my mother’s womb, I let my glasses fall to the ground and look up at the illuminated blur above me. Manoa blows a kiss, a gentle breeze that dances through the branches and whispers to the leaves as th...

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