In the Tropics, December Wears a Different Face

A Return to Pohnpei

Island Escape

Majuro

Kosrae

“Every year, back comes November, and with it the reminder that even the fading year still holds its quiet treasures.”

“October’s bright farewell drifts into November’s quiet hush…”

Beardo, beardo, beardo

“By all these lovely tokens September days are…”

“In August, the world grows old, and yet the summer’s heart is still warm.”

“The summer looks out from her brazen tower, through the flashing bars of July.”

“And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.”

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