Message...


In the deep quiet interior of a forest on Molokai. I find a drawing from my ancient kupuna. Of a man. I don't need to know the purpose of the message. My kupuna made it. Now I witness it. Maybe hundreds of years have passed between us. But the impact to my soul was instantaneous. As if my kupuna carved it a minute ago. And my kupuna surely felt and knew my love and admiration. Hundreds of years before I was born...

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