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Beachcomber Fatbook
This is the front of my page with the book open .. the text reads:
You never really leave Hawai'i.
After you leave, you will still feel the cold hibiscus petals resting across your throat. The memory of your feet walking across fine white stand will stick between your toes. The beat of the ipu will maintain steady in your pulse. When the cool breeze blows, you will miss the dancing palm trees. The Pacific will hold you captive and forever crush its way into your dreams. Once you have danced in a tropical rain, the shower elsewhere will lose their magic. The moon will never look the same to you because it's not the low hula moon.
The islands will forever live in your heart.
Beachcomber Fatbook
This is the front of my page with the book open .. the text reads:
You never really leave Hawai'i.
After you leave, you will still feel the cold hibiscus petals resting across your throat. The memory of your feet walking across fine white stand will stick between your toes. The beat of the ipu will maintain steady in your pulse. When the cool breeze blows, you will miss the dancing palm trees. The Pacific will hold you captive and forever crush its way into your dreams. Once you have danced in a tropical rain, the shower elsewhere will lose their magic. The moon will never look the same to you because it's not the low hula moon.
The islands will forever live in your heart.