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[The brushwork seems other-worldly;
incomparable, assured, brilliant.]
This was taken last year as we drove out
of town after a particularly glorious day
in Haleiwa. I miss our old home and
the people who were there with us.
(School years roll in and out, and
suddenly
you are packing someone's
belongings in a couple of boxes
and sending them off.
It's a joy to watch people you love
grow up, stunning that
it
happens so quickly.
Cheers to a new school year,
to the people we love who are
opening their books
for another great adventure.)
For the enormous love and generosity
of spirit that accompanies us, always: Aloha nui loa.