Posted: Thu, 10/08/2017 00:36 (7 Years ago)
Mahalo lets out another one of her small, wonderful laughs. "Well,
there are many songs in my culture about flight, the sky, clouds,
freedom. We sing about the things we love." She glances at the sun,
which is starting to sink lower behind the trees. "I used to sing
to my little brother about the sunset. I would give each color it's
own description, it's own personality and image. Every night the
song was different, and it would only end when you could no longer
see the sun."