From what do we protect ourselves? Behind fortresses and revetments we hide, preserving life and value and future unknown.

Memory or dream? Which drives preservation? Easily we fight for an apotheosis. A palmed set, though, remains a palmed set.

Breeze crisp in tropical air matches not the silhouette for parosmia’s afflicted, but eyes still absorb an image worth framing.

Fight for Maui. Fight for Pago Pago. Onomastic marvels continue. Also, fight for nameless spaces; fight for somewhere only we know. ; )

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