"Sometimes on the straits, when the sun warms the air, and the water is clear and blue as the sky, a strange thing happens. There is no change of wind, nor any more wind. But suddenly a high wave forms in the center, and moves rapidly across to the island. It breaks there, high on the beach, almost putting out the first row of fires. Then it is gone. No cause is visible, yet it has formed and disappeared, leaving the water as smooth as before. Thus, among his people, was the life on my father." The Loon Feather, Iola Fuller
Posted on: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 12:11:22 +0000
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