pali ke kua mahina ke alo

My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the string And let them drop down on my knee to-night.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005




On Kaua'i we kayaked down the Wailua river and hiked to one of many sacred waterfalls. We fought off wild chickens for our lunch (I'm not kidding, there are chickens all over the island) and then we hiked back. Our guide, Makaio, is dad's new best friend because he is the only other person in the world to find the 100s of types of ginger interesting.

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