You told me that morning I phoned that we would not see each other again. It was a warm rain humid Honolulu morning. We laughed and joked and I had no idea what you meant. From the moment we met you were an encouraging freind. We were artists together, monks, hunks, and drunks together. You were quick to judge but slow to pass judgement. You let me be… Read More
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