Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Stones are aligned on an ancient heiau with such focus on balance and rhythm that they almost speak. I try to listen, but it is a lost language.
Past the coffee plantations, a tree is festooned with orchid leis, sparkles, and yellow hibiscus. My eyes say, "It's a celebration," but my heart knows otherwise.
Posted by Elizabeth Jewell at 7:17 PM
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