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Off Pauilo Sat.

This is a place for gods and poets. I wandered from the railroad station and found myself on the high edge of the Hamakua coast. This must be several hundred feet high. The deep sea is directly beneath me. So straight and sudden is the drop from the sea that I don't dare walk too close to the edge. Many ironwoods have fallen into the sea, with hunks of earth and buffalo grass - some old pigstys are here. and several are hanging over the edge about to go. 

The cliffs are black and orange. I can see them for a mile to my right and another half mile to my left. 

Black sea birds are flying over the water and at the crumbling ledge of black boulders where the water beat [[strikethrough]] against [[/strikethrough]]and climb the coast. There is a waterfall growing over the precipia into the sea. I saw a swollen blue wave break under my eyes. It is monstrous the spindrift blows up over the cliff in swift clouds.

Maui on the horizon. Walked a long stretch, toward Paauilo town, then hitched a ride.

The column of rainforests and 2 rainstorms were over the long white horizon.