This place healed me from the outside in. Upon arriving, I could smell the sticky sweet tease of every tropical bloom. The trade winds were somehow thick and swaddling, yet crisp and freeing. The waves spilled over my eardrums, echoing a bellow that could only come from Earth's molten center. The coconut trees watched over me like a helicopter parent trying to play it cool. Pele saw the soft glow of my misplaced embers and flung me into her crater. I became someone I didn't know I could be. Mahalo, a hui hou.

Shot on iPhone.

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