Waipio, Hawaii

The air is hot and sticks to the rusting trucks in the underbrush. Sticks to the banana leaves on the sound of distant water. Sticks to the smell of blossoms. I taste the hot air on my humid breath and fall into my footsteps, hoping I’m not full of it. DSC02540[603].JPG

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