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Wed. July 9- Mamo Chop Sui. 1 p.m. (staying at Mamo Hotel)
Weary, alone, and face to face with myself. 
But last night, I stood on the bridge of the Haleabeala in a heavy, piercing wind and raced my being into the moonshine. The islands burned in the white light all around me to Molokai, Lanai, West Maui, Kahoolawe, and East Maui. Never was there so wonderful a night for me. 
Yesterday: The rain drifting in long spurts over the mountains at Niu. And Diamond Head [[/strikethrough]] was [[/strikethrough]] a reminder of our volcanic heritage. 

2:30 p.m. 
At Keokaha. Black boulders and aa in the sea. My third visit here since I came upon it last year. White waves from a gray ocean. Black rocks under a gray sky, and I under an ironwood trying desperately to recapture what I was once able to find here. I feel immensely sad. It is raining