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The Ōi of Mauao - Edin Whitehead
The sky has faded from dusk blue to navy, a punch of cobalt where the sun has set. Smoky clouds are strewn across the sky, and we walk a gravel track under gnarled pōhutukawa, crunching through the dark. Turning a corner, I get a strong whiff through the understory of kawakawa. It’s unmistakable. It’s home. […]
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