A L O H A
From
Honolulu
When the hornet
hangs in the hollyhock,
And the brown bee
drones in the rose,
And the west is a red-streaked
four-o'clock,
And summer is near its close,
It's, Oh!, For the gate,
and the locust lane;
And dusk, and dew,
and home again!
Madison Cawein
If you can smell the street by looking at the photo, it's a street photograph. Bruce Gilden
Nobody cares how much you know, until they know how much you care. Theodore Roosevelt
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Love You,
Cloudia & Pixie
























