Monday, March 14, 2016

Hangi

Hangi

Fiery embers burn like a volcano setting the humid karaehe on ah.  The smell of charcoal fills the ea.Decaying firewood crumbles as it falls to the ground.  Smoke flies into the ea as if our wharekura had been bombarded.
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  1. AnonymousMarch 20, 2016 at 4:06 PM

    Great Writing Dylan!!
    You Have Great Gems In your writing.
    Keep the great work up.

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