Snow Angel, Sand Angel Flashcards
The whole class will make dioramas about the season they pick out of her straw beach hat.
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Don’t let me get winter, I say to myself.
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I reach in and spin the little papers around: Winter.
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I’ve never even seen real snow!
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To decorate his diorama, he uses cotton balls for snow on the ground.
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Dried branches for dormant trees.
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And white glitter to sprinkle on cotton-ball bald spots.
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My father helps me finish mine.
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Migration, I write.
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Some birds fly away because it gets too cold.
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And then I stop.
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They come home.
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In the wintertime, the golden plover comes home to our backyard.
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He’s skinny and hungry from flying three thousand miles nonstop from Alaska!
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I put my golden plover in the middle of the field.
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But this all makes me sad.
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My eyes grow big with excitement.
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It’s three days old, my father sighs.
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The storm came on Wednesday night.
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Don’t run around too much on the summit or you’ll get dizzy.
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We’re nearly inside the heavens.
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There’s a lot less oxygen up here, so you better take it easy.
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Oh, cripes I tell him, out of breath, and so dizzy I think I’ll be sick.
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This is all we’ve got.
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Cheer up my mother calls to us as she tries to snap some pictures.
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No way I yell back.
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I’ve got two tiny lava rocks for the eyes he says, placing them in the melting mound.
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And I found this mamane branch for his pipe my father says.
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I made this pickled plum from our own tree.
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They stand back and admire the lumps of ice.
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He places his ugly hunting cap on the stunted lump.
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The stars, too.
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Each and every beautiful star.
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I don’t say anything.
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I will grow wings and fly away, rise up from the highest mountain and take myself to another place, more beautiful and special than this island, the only place my father and his father before him have ever known.
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The only place I know.
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The beach is always right in your backyard, he says to me as he opens the car door to the smell of kiawe trees and ocean mist.
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Use the two cowrie shells for his eyes.
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And here’s some driftwood for his pipe.
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A smooth pebble for his nose, offers my mother.
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I begin gathering tiny pieces of white honeycomb coral.
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My mother finds seaweed for his long hair of many colors.
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I drag the sugarcane truck inner tube to the water.
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My mother tells us the name of the sea creatures.
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She shows us the rise and fall of hon’s head and the glide of his shiny turtle shell.
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My father names the hundred winds that carry the fragrance of these waters to us near the far reef.
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I run up and down the sloping shore, the waves catching me only when I get tired.
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I run up and down the sloping shore, the waves catching me only when I get tired.
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At the beach, I never feel dizzy or out of breath.
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At the beach, I never feel dizzy or out of breath.
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I lie down next to him.
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You can grow wings in this place.
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This very beautiful place that we know so well.
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But I am not sad.
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The setting sun is a volcanic orange sphere hovering above the horizon.
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That was the autumn our rooms felt too big and lonely with only us in them and the darkness coming on so fast.
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But while we hugged ourselves against the too-quiet of it all, we remembered that we didn’t have to be stuck anywhere anymore.