Dusk. Maui. 1938. The sun gently kisses the horizon, as if to bid adieu to the warm beach, which, once abreast with life, is now a quiet vacant shell with only remnants of the day's levitous mirth. As the former inhabitants drift sweetly behind a wall of sleep, the night envelops the arenicolous littoral like the gloved hand of a patron saint diffusing alms to the itinerants of yesteryear.

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