Little bits of this and that continue to float in that space called memory...when away from all of my dealings in music, song, and ukulele...I like to write. I paint verbal murals of thought.
Monday, December 24, 2012
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ukulele love began before i could speak...it began the moment i heard the voice that embraced my soul, and as she strummed her martin my heart beat deeply in my amniotic home. ~Shawn Emalia Nakaikainaelua Hokulani Bray
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