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737 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 14, 2025
Like a fire moving across a wooded island, life wasn’t the fleeing of the animals but the tindered consumption of the flame: slow-walking, the crackling red was what we considered time, and we were but the fuel that curled in its heat. (p. 704)
“...it’s only through poetry that he’ll come to love our language. For, if he doesn’t love our Tongan words, if he doesn’t see their beauty, he’ll learn our language as a slave learns to farm our fields, knowing he’ll never taste the food he grows.” (p. 412)