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By on Jan 20, 2019 in Uncategorized | Comments Off

She tells me it’s like the halos of saints preceding the onset, then a nightlight too bright to endure.                                             Rolled up in old sheets the color of fever and a blanket as blue as cobalt, she shades her eyes from as much of the world as she is willing to acknowledge.                         Her words are pained, careful as feet near the deteriorating half-way crumble on the Kalalau...

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