This morning crossing Ke'ehi Lagoon Park I heard the earth speak. It was a cry, an ache, a sweeping sound, huge, larger than human sound spectrum. It stops me for a moment in my journey across the field from the regatta to the toilet. I think that I am imagining it, then I know I'm not imagining it as I feel the arc of resonance. The five o'clock news reports an earthquake on the Big Island about that time. Then it makes sense.
There have been several earthquakes on the Big Island, it seems. "No connection between them", cites the reporter. He's quoting scientific sources.
Sure.
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