Mahalo.

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Hawaii, where leaving tastes like cancelations and time turns into a photo like the day the apples fell and my dandelion wine came up. Clouds are burgundy with quotes waiting to be taken by the hand to join the soy language online, and chewing closes the window on the hallway opening up for you to hold hope. Don’t mind the rain, don’t mind the walk – and leave the lava on the island.

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