![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The first came when your father and I were naked in his pickup truck in Waipi‘o Valley, and we witnessed the night marchers. In our first days I saw so many signs, but didn’t believe. And that the gods were hungry for change and you were that change. The kingdom of Hawai‘i had long been broken-the breathing rain forests and singing green reefs crushed under the haole fists of beach resorts and skyscrapers-and that was when the land had begun calling. The myth people tell about us might start on that liquid blue day off Kona and the sharks, but I know different. When I Close My Eyes We’re All Still Alive and it becomes obvious then what the gods want from us. ![]()
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