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Tuesday |
| Second day of rain, a gyrating Kona storm that seemed to swirl around us. A confused wind blew cane grass tops every direction at once. The ocean view was replaced by a dull grey wall as it misted, drizzled, poured. Then late in the day a small hole let in light like the edge of a curtain, torn. Lia put on quite a show and inspired me to improvise a hula hoop with a scrap of flex pipe and green electrical tape. It worked pretty well and we all took a turn. Or two. Woo woo. |
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