Aloha,
It is yet another tropical morning here on the Bis island, and the birds are chirping their messages from aloft the Ohia trees that stand straight and tall in the ring of Hawaiian jungle that insulates my living environment. It is peaceful and serene. The universe has rewarded me greatly. When I reflect on my Bronx beginnings with the el trains rumbling by, a hundred feet or so behind our tenement. Magic does happen if you dream it. I still do dream, but not in the rushed way of the city mind. Now those dreams are full of color, the sorted grays of city days gone. I see it in my paintings, slightly abstract, but soft. I hope that your day is as fresh and soothing as mine.
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