Pukalani

I live in a hole in the sky

On a very small dot

In the middle of the ocean.

I cannot drive for days

To get somewhere

I had not planned on

So

I lay down where I am

Merge into fluffy clouds

Held up by a rainbows.

If I look down

I might rush back to earth

So fast

That I would swallow my breath.

dotinthemiddleoftheocean

flora everywhere!  

 succulent envy

antherium heart

lavender farm bliss

yum

baby protea

KING PROTEA

QUEEN PROTEA AS CANDLE

flowers acting like butterflies

the maui drain with exceptional bottle brush maybe

Hybiscus with dew

exceptional iris love

MAUI CHRONICALS*


Blinding it the newness, looking inside
being inside being beside you


I dreamed this environment
was invited over to stay
      to    forget who I was:
see who I am now

the pictures are the story.

I'm here to share the island with you.

Laurel Huggins


*(Chron´ic`al

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1.

Chronic. Partly on a chronical, and partly on a topical method. - J. A. Alexander.