A L O H A
From
Honolulu
It is only in our darkest hours
that we may discover the
true strength
of the brilliant light within ourselves
that can never, ever, be dimmed.
Doe Zantamata
In the street’s
spilled mirror,
color dreams itself,
Accidental cosmos
of gasoline ghosts,
And light finding
somewhere
to cling.
Pixie
I have never met a person whose greatest need was anything other than real, unconditional love. You can find it in a simple act of kindness toward someone who needs help. It is the common fiber of life, the flame that heats our soul, energizes our spirit and supplies passion to our lives.
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
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Love You,
Cloudia & Pixie
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Linking To
Monday Murals
Monday Murals
Mōʻiliʻili neighborhood
of Honolulu
between mountains
and the sea by
One Little “Island” Artist Collective,
on a wall at McCully & Algaroba.
