I had a farm on the Hamakua

I had a farm on the Hamakua. Mornings woke to find whales and waterspouts playing on the horizon, birds chatting in the garden, feasting on my strawberries. It was a sweet and magical place, where macnuts, papayas, bananas, and a riot of food grew under the tropical sun. And my children grew too. As did I.
What place for you was one of roots, growth, joy?

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