But I am saying goodnight...
not quite, Sanna...
You can catch quite a bit of light with just one leaf.
Coming back here, S...
Prosaic Ma'alaea
Echoing a first line of a Jeffers poem.
Something beautiful leaves...
Adularescence in sand; sand as incipient glass; as a mirror of dawn.
Approaching 6 p.m., Makena Landing.