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Friday, June 15, 2007

Kawai'i, Dawn

Waves are our Creator's attempt to
cradle, to gather the air and the odd
human, whether it be errant or brave,
into a love embrace. How our Creator
can hug so completely and then
dissipate is a trick only she knows.
Posted by The Great Chalk Elk at 4:14 AM

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