the sieve and the sand

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red sand beach

warmer times once existed

poetry

Sticky little red rocks,

Hana’s parting gifts to us

Hidden in our shoes.

January 27, 2009 Joshua Grace Tagged haiku, hana, maui, red sand beach 1 Comment

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