The shore stretches end to iridescent end like the inner lip of an abalone shell. Teal and aqua alternate as waves wash
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—For the Hōkūleʻa On the long voyage home, across a blue world from green to green, there comes a point where you
I am the Plover that comes to stay but awhile, to feast from these fields and fly away fattened. It is true.