Forth from her land to mine she goes, the island maid the, the Island Rose, Light of hesrt and bright of face, the daughter of a double race. Her Island here, in southern sun shall mourn their Ka'iulani gone, And, I, in her dear banyan's shade, Look vainly for my little maid.
~Robert Louis Stevenson
~Robert Louis Stevenson
~Ashley
picture taken by one of my sisters at the Reformation 500.
picture taken by one of my sisters at the Reformation 500.
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