Saturday, May 14, 2005

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Here on this island, summer never sleeps.
In the green valleys, smoke in cane-time drifts
With mist—frail tide that laps the chasmed deeps
Between the steep clean hills as the sea-tide
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S. J. Fulton
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F J Thomas 12 June 2014

A beautifully painted song SJ :) My mother is Hawaiian but sadly I have not had the privilege of seeing her homeland nor meeting any of my family....one day I dream my family and I might. Thank you for sharing this bit of peace.

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