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Nov 5 '63 (on seeing a post-card view of the Kauai coast) Pieces of land that are dry-red with dark ember rocks, areas that are warm and very quiet Facing blue sea, seas that are deep, and spangled with [[strikethrough]]light[[/strikethrough]] white-blue sea, that cannot be at rest. All the blue sea and red land- all time, or time I [[strikethrough]]have[[/strikethrough]] can know Time spent in face of the place, Time tinted down by distance, Flaring up suddenly in unexpected places through the haze of long years. And land [[strikethrough]]lying[[/strikethrough]] by the sea defining [[strikethrough]]may[[/strikethrough]] my vague years My [[strikethrough]]and[[/strikethrough]]uncolored maps of [[strikethrough]]vague[[/strikethrough]]place.